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Two
enormous
wooden
pots
painted
black
,
and
suspended
by
asses
'
ears
,
swung
from
the
cross-trees
of
an
old
top-mast
,
planted
in
front
of
an
old
doorway
.
The
horns
of
the
cross-trees
were
sawed
off
on
the
other
side
,
so
that
this
old
top-mast
looked
not
a
little
like
a
gallows
.
Perhaps
I
was
over
sensitive
to
such
impressions
at
the
time
,
but
I
could
not
help
staring
at
this
gallows
with
a
vague
misgiving
.
A
sort
of
crick
was
in
my
neck
as
I
gazed
up
to
the
two
remaining
horns
;
yes
,
two
of
them
,
one
for
Queequeg
,
and
one
for
me
.
It
's
ominous
,
thinks
I.
A
Coffin
my
Innkeeper
upon
landing
in
my
first
whaling
port
;
tombstones
staring
at
me
in
the
whalemen
's
chapel
,
and
here
a
gallows
!
and
a
pair
of
prodigious
black
pots
too
!
Are
these
last
throwing
out
oblique
hints
touching
Tophet
?
I
was
called
from
these
reflections
by
the
sight
of
a
freckled
woman
with
yellow
hair
and
a
yellow
gown
,
standing
in
the
porch
of
the
inn
,
under
a
dull
red
lamp
swinging
there
,
that
looked
much
like
an
injured
eye
,
and
carrying
on
a
brisk
scolding
with
a
man
in
a
purple
woollen
shirt
.
"
Get
along
with
ye
,
"
said
she
to
the
man
,
"
or
I
'll
be
combing
ye
!
"
"
Come
on
,
Queequeg
,
"
said
I
,
"
all
right
.
There
's
Mrs.
Hussey
.
"
And
so
it
turned
out
;
Mr.
Hosea
Hussey
being
from
home
,
but
leaving
Mrs.
Hussey
entirely
competent
to
attend
to
all
his
affairs
.
Upon
making
known
our
desires
for
a
supper
and
a
bed
,
Mrs.
Hussey
,
postponing
further
scolding
for
the
present
,
ushered
us
into
a
little
room
,
and
seating
us
at
a
table
spread
with
the
relics
of
a
recently
concluded
repast
,
turned
round
to
us
and
said
--
"
Clam
or
Cod
?
"
"
What
's
that
about
Cods
,
ma'am
?
"
said
I
,
with
much
politeness
.
"
Clam
or
Cod
?
"
she
repeated
.
"
A
clam
for
supper
?
a
cold
clam
;
is
that
what
you
mean
,
Mrs.
Hussey
?
"
says
I
,
"
but
that
's
a
rather
cold
and
clammy
reception
in
the
winter
time
,
ai
n't
it
,
Mrs.
Hussey
?
"
But
being
in
a
great
hurry
to
resume
scolding
the
man
in
the
purple
shirt
who
was
waiting
for
it
in
the
entry
,
and
seeming
to
hear
nothing
but
the
word
"
clam
,
"
Mrs.
Hussey
hurried
towards
an
open
door
leading
to
the
kitchen
,
and
bawling
out
"
clam
for
two
,
"
disappeared
.
