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They
made
a
sort
of
temporary
servants
'
hall
of
the
high
and
mighty
cabin
.
In
strange
contrast
to
the
hardly
tolerable
constraint
and
nameless
invisible
domineerings
of
the
captain
's
table
,
was
the
entire
care-free
license
and
ease
,
the
almost
frantic
democracy
of
those
inferior
fellows
the
harpooneers
.
While
their
masters
,
the
mates
,
seemed
afraid
of
the
sound
of
the
hinges
of
their
own
jaws
,
the
harpooneers
chewed
their
food
with
such
a
relish
that
there
was
a
report
to
it
.
They
dined
like
lords
;
they
filled
their
bellies
like
Indian
ships
all
day
loading
with
spices
.
Such
portentous
appetites
had
Queequeg
and
Tashtego
,
that
to
fill
out
the
vacancies
made
by
the
previous
repast
,
often
the
pale
Dough-Boy
was
fain
to
bring
on
a
great
baron
of
salt-junk
,
seemingly
quarried
out
of
the
solid
ox
.
And
if
he
were
not
lively
about
it
,
if
he
did
not
go
with
a
nimble
hop-skip-and-jump
,
then
Tashtego
had
an
ungentlemanly
way
of
accelerating
him
by
darting
a
fork
at
his
back
,
harpoon-wise
.
And
once
Daggoo
,
seized
with
a
sudden
humor
,
assisted
Dough-Boy
's
memory
by
snatching
him
up
bodily
,
and
thrusting
his
head
into
a
great
empty
wooden
trencher
,
while
Tashtego
,
knife
in
hand
,
began
laying
out
the
circle
preliminary
to
scalping
him
.
He
was
naturally
a
very
nervous
,
shuddering
sort
of
little
fellow
,
this
bread-faced
steward
;
the
progeny
of
a
bankrupt
baker
and
a
hospital
nurse
.
And
what
with
the
standing
spectacle
of
the
black
terrific
Ahab
,
and
the
periodical
tumultuous
visitations
of
these
three
savages
,
Dough-Boy
's
whole
life
was
one
continual
lip-quiver
.
Commonly
,
after
seeing
the
harpooneers
furnished
with
all
things
they
demanded
,
he
would
escape
from
their
clutches
into
his
little
pantry
adjoining
,
and
fearfully
peep
out
at
them
through
the
blinds
of
its
door
,
till
all
was
over
.
It
was
a
sight
to
see
Queequeg
seated
over
against
Tashtego
,
opposing
his
filed
teeth
to
the
Indian
's
;
crosswise
to
them
,
Daggoo
seated
on
the
floor
,
for
a
bench
would
have
brought
his
hearse-plumed
head
to
the
low
carlines
;
at
every
motion
of
his
colossal
limbs
,
making
the
low
cabin
framework
to
shake
,
as
when
an
African
elephant
goes
passenger
in
a
ship
.
But
for
all
this
,
the
great
negro
was
wonderfully
abstemious
,
not
to
say
dainty
.
It
seemed
hardly
possible
that
by
such
comparatively
small
mouthfuls
he
could
keep
up
the
vitality
diffused
through
so
broad
,
baronial
,
and
superb
a
person
.
But
,
doubtless
,
this
noble
savage
fed
strong
and
drank
deep
of
the
abounding
element
of
air
;
and
through
his
dilated
nostrils
snuffed
in
the
sublime
life
of
the
worlds
.
Not
by
beef
or
by
bread
,
are
giants
made
or
nourished
.
But
Queequeg
,
he
had
a
mortal
,
barbaric
smack
of
the
lip
in
eating
--
an
ugly
sound
enough
--
so
much
so
,
that
the
trembling
Dough-Boy
almost
looked
to
see
whether
any
marks
of
teeth
lurked
in
his
own
lean
arms
.
And
when
he
would
hear
Tashtego
singing
out
for
him
to
produce
himself
,
that
his
bones
might
be
picked
,
the
simple-witted
steward
all
but
shattered
the
crockery
hanging
round
him
in
the
pantry
,
by
his
sudden
fits
of
the
palsy
.
Nor
did
the
whetstone
which
the
harpooneers
carried
in
their
pockets
,
for
their
lances
and
other
weapons
;
and
with
which
whetstones
,
at
dinner
,
they
would
ostentatiously
sharpen
their
knives
;
that
grating
sound
did
not
at
all
tend
to
tranquillize
poor
Dough-Boy
.
How
could
he
forget
that
in
his
Island
days
,
Queequeg
,
for
one
,
must
certainly
have
been
guilty
of
some
murderous
,
convivial
indiscretion
.
Alas
!
Dough-Boy
!
hard
fares
the
white
waiter
who
waits
upon
cannibals
.
Not
a
napkin
should
he
carry
on
his
arm
,
but
a
buckler
.
In
good
time
,
though
,
to
his
great
delight
,
the
three
salt-sea
warriors
would
rise
and
depart
;
to
his
credulous
,
fable-mongering
ears
,
all
their
martial
bones
jingling
in
them
at
every
step
,
like
Moorish
scimetars
in
scabbards
.
But
,
though
these
barbarians
dined
in
the
cabin
,
and
nominally
lived
there
;
still
,
being
anything
but
sedentary
in
their
habits
,
they
were
scarcely
ever
in
it
except
at
mealtimes
,
and
just
before
sleeping-time
,
when
they
passed
through
it
to
their
own
peculiar
quarters
.
In
this
one
matter
,
Ahab
seemed
no
exception
to
most
American
whale
captains
,
who
,
as
a
set
,
rather
incline
to
the
opinion
that
by
rights
the
ship
's
cabin
belongs
to
them
;
and
that
it
is
by
courtesy
alone
that
anybody
else
is
,
at
any
time
,
permitted
there
.
So
that
,
in
real
truth
,
the
mates
and
harpooneers
of
the
Pequod
might
more
properly
be
said
to
have
lived
out
of
the
cabin
than
in
it
For
when
they
did
enter
it
,
it
was
something
as
a
streetdoor
enters
a
house
;
turning
inwards
for
a
moment
,
only
to
be
turned
out
the
next
;
and
,
as
a
permanent
thing
,
residing
in
the
open
air
.
Nor
did
they
lose
much
hereby
;
in
the
cabin
was
no
companionship
;
socially
,
Ahab
was
inaccessible
.
Though
nominally
included
in
the
census
of
Christendom
,
he
was
still
an
alien
to
it
.
He
lived
in
the
world
,
as
the
last
of
the
Grisly
Bears
lived
in
settled
Missouri
.
And
as
when
Spring
and
Summer
had
departed
,
that
wild
Logan
of
the
woods
,
burying
himself
in
the
hollow
of
a
tree
,
lived
out
the
winter
there
,
sucking
his
own
paws
;
so
,
in
his
inclement
,
howling
old
age
,
Ahab
's
soul
,
shut
up
in
the
caved
trunk
of
his
body
,
there
fed
upon
the
sullen
paws
of
its
gloom
!
It
was
during
the
more
pleasant
weather
,
that
in
due
rotation
with
the
other
seamen
my
first
mast-head
came
round
.
In
most
American
whalemen
the
mast-heads
are
manned
almost
simultaneously
with
the
vessel
's
leaving
her
port
;
even
though
she
may
have
fifteen
thousand
miles
,
and
more
,
to
sail
ere
reaching
her
proper
cruising
ground
.
And
if
,
after
a
three
,
four
,
or
five
years
'
voyage
she
is
drawing
nigh
home
with
anything
empty
in
her
--
say
,
an
empty
vial
even
--
then
,
her
mast-heads
are
kept
manned
to
the
last
!
and
not
till
her
skysail-poles
sail
in
among
the
spires
of
the
port
,
does
she
altogether
relinquish
the
hope
of
capturing
one
whale
more
.
