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1As Queequeg's Ramadan, or Fasting and Humiliation, was to continue all day, I did not choose to disturb him till towards
2night-fall; for I cherish the greatest respect towards everybody's religious obligations, never mind how comical, and
3could not find it in my heart to undervalue even a congregation of ants worshipping a toad-stool; or those other
4creatures in certain parts of our earth, who with a degree of footmanism quite unprecedented in other planets, bow down
5before the torso of a deceased landed proprietor merely on account of the inordinate possessions yet owned and rented in
6his name. I say, we good Presbyterian Christians should be charitable in these things, and not fancy ourselves so vastly
7superior to other mortals, pagans and what not, because of their half-crazy conceits on these subjects. There was
8Queequeg, now, certainly entertaining the most absurd notions about Yojo and his Ramadan;--but what of that? Queequeg
9thought he knew what he was about, I suppose; he seemed to be content; and there let him rest. All our arguing with him
10would not avail; let him be, I say: and Heaven have mercy on us all--Presbyterians and Pagans alike--for we are all
11somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending. Towards evening, when I felt assured that all his
12performances and rituals must be over, I went up to his room and knocked at the door; but no answer. I tried to open it,
13but it was fastened inside. "Queequeg," said I softly through the key-hole:--all silent. "I say, Queequeg! why don't you
14speak? It's I--Ishmael." But all remained still as before. I began to grow alarmed. I had allowed him such abundant
15time; I thought he might have had an apoplectic fit. I looked through the key-hole; but the door opening into an odd
16corner of the room, the key-hole prospect was but a crooked and sinister one. I could only see part of the foot-board of
17the bed and a line of the wall, but nothing more. I was surprised to behold resting against the wall the wooden shaft of
18Queequeg's harpoon, which the landlady the evening previous had taken from him, before our mounting to the chamber.
19That's strange, thought I; but at any rate, since the harpoon stands yonder, and he seldom or never goes abroad without
20it, therefore he must be inside here, and no possible mistake. "Queequeg!--Queequeg!"--all still. Something must have
21happened. Apoplexy! I tried to burst open the door; but it stubbornly resisted. Running down stairs, I quickly stated my
22suspicions to the first person I met--the chamber-maid. "La! la!" she cried, "I thought something must be the matter. I
23went to make the bed after breakfast, and the door was locked; and not a mouse to be heard; and it's been just so silent
24ever since. But I thought, may be, you had both gone off and locked your baggage in for safe keeping. La! la,
25ma'am!--Mistress! murder! Mrs. Hussey! apoplexy!"--and with these cries, she ran towards the kitchen, I following. Mrs.
26Hussey soon appeared, with a mustard-pot in one hand and a vinegar-cruet in the other, having just broken away from the
27occupation of attending to the castors, and scolding her little black boy meantime. "Wood-house!" cried I, "which way to
28it? Run for God's sake, and fetch something to pry open the door--the axe!--the axe! he's had a stroke; depend upon
29it!"--and so saying I was unmethodically rushing up stairs again empty-handed, when Mrs. Hussey interposed the
30mustard-pot and vinegar-cruet, and the entire castor of her countenance. "What's the matter with you, young man?" "Get
31the axe! For God's sake, run for the doctor, some one, while I pry it open!" "Look here," said the landlady, quickly
32putting down the vinegar-cruet, so as to have one hand free; "look here; are you talking about prying open any of my
33doors?"--and with that she seized my arm. "What's the matter with you? What's the matter with you, shipmate?" In as
34calm, but rapid a manner as possible, I gave her to understand the whole case. Unconsciously clapping the vinegar-cruet
35to one side of her nose, she ruminated for an instant; then exclaimed--"No! I haven't seen it since I put it there."
36Running to a little closet under the landing of the stairs, she glanced in, and returning, told me that Queequeg's
37harpoon was missing. "He's killed himself," she cried. "It's unfort'nate Stiggs done over again--there goes another
38counterpane--God pity his poor mother!--it will be the ruin of my house. Has the poor lad a sister? Where's that
39girl?--there, Betty, go to Snarles the Painter, and tell him to paint me a sign, with--"no suicides permitted here, and
40no smoking in the parlor;"--might as well kill both birds at once. Kill? The Lord be merciful to his ghost! What's that
41noise there? You, young man, avast there!" And running up after me, she caught me as I was again trying to force open
42the door. "I don't allow it; I won't have my premises spoiled. Go for the locksmith, there's one about a mile from here.
43But avast!" putting her hand in her side-pocket, "here's a key that'll fit, I guess; let's see." And with that, she
44turned it in the lock; but, alas! Queequeg's supplemental bolt remained unwithdrawn within. "Have to burst it open,"
45said I, and was running down the entry a little, for a good start, when the landlady caught at me, again vowing I should
46not break down her premises; but I tore from her, and with a sudden bodily rush dashed myself full against the mark.
47With a prodigious noise the door flew open, and the knob slamming against the wall, sent the plaster to the ceiling; and
48there, good heavens! there sat Queequeg, altogether cool and self-collected; right in the middle of the room; squatting
49on his hams, and holding Yojo on top of his head. He looked neither one way nor the other way, but sat like a carved
50image with scarce a sign of active life. "Queequeg," said I, going up to him, "Queequeg, what's the matter with you?"
51"He hain't been a sittin' so all day, has he?" said the landlady. But all we said, not a word could we drag out of him;
52I almost felt like pushing him over, so as to change his position, for it was almost intolerable, it seemed so painfully
53and unnaturally constrained; especially, as in all probability he had been sitting so for upwards of eight or ten hours,
54going too without his regular meals. "Mrs. Hussey," said I, "he's alive at all events; so leave us, if you please, and I
55will see to this strange affair myself." Closing the door upon the landlady, I endeavored to prevail upon Queequeg to
56take a chair; but in vain. There he sat; and all he could do--for all my polite arts and blandishments--he would not
57move a peg, nor say a single word, nor even look at me, nor notice my presence in the slightest way. I wonder, thought
58I, if this can possibly be a part of his Ramadan; do they fast on their hams that way in his native island. It must be
59so; yes, it's part of his creed, I suppose; well, then, let him rest; he'll get up sooner or later, no doubt. It can't
60last for ever, thank God, and his Ramadan only comes once a year; and I don't believe it's very punctual then. I went
61down to supper. After sitting a long time listening to the long stories of some sailors who had just come from a
62plum-pudding voyage, as they called it (that is, a short whaling-voyage in a schooner or brig, confined to the north of
63the line, in the Atlantic Ocean only); after listening to these plum-puddingers till nearly eleven o'clock, I went up
64stairs to go to bed, feeling quite sure by this time Queequeg must certainly have brought his Ramadan to a termination.
65But no; there he was just where I had left him; he had not stirred an inch. I began to grow vexed with him; it seemed so
66downright senseless and insane to be sitting there all day and half the night on his hams in a cold room, holding a
67piece of wood on his head. "For heaven's sake, Queequeg, get up and shake yourself; get up and have some supper. You'll
68starve; you'll kill yourself, Queequeg." But not a word did he reply.
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