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1Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the
2benediction some time. He was sitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet on the stove hearth, and in one hand was
3holding close up to his face that little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face, and with a jack-knife gently
4whittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming to himself in his heathenish way. But being now interrupted, he put up the
5image; and pretty soon, going to the table, took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the
6pages with deliberate regularity; at every fiftieth page--as I fancied--stopping a moment, looking vacantly around him,
7and giving utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment. He would then begin again at the next fifty;
8seeming to commence at number one each time, as though he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by such a
9large number of fifties being found together, that his astonishment at the multitude of pages was excited. With much
10interest I sat watching him. Savage though he was, and hideously marred about the face--at least to my taste--his
11countenance yet had a something in it which was by no means disagreeable. You cannot hide the soul. Through all his
12unearthly tattooings, I thought I saw the traces of a simple honest heart; and in his large, deep eyes, fiery black and
13bold, there seemed tokens of a spirit that would dare a thousand devils. And besides all this, there was a certain lofty
14bearing about the Pagan, which even his uncouthness could not altogether maim. He looked like a man who had never
15cringed and never had had a creditor. Whether it was, too, that his head being shaved, his forehead was drawn out in
16freer and brighter relief, and looked more expansive than it otherwise would, this I will not venture to decide; but
17certain it was his head was phrenologically an excellent one. It may seem ridiculous, but it reminded me of General
18Washington's head, as seen in the popular busts of him. It had the same long regularly graded retreating slope from
19above the brows, which were likewise very projecting, like two long promontories thickly wooded on top. Queequeg was
20George Washington cannibalistically developed. Whilst I was thus closely scanning him, half-pretending meanwhile to be
21looking out at the storm from the casement, he never heeded my presence, never troubled himself with so much as a single
22glance; but appeared wholly occupied with counting the pages of the marvellous book. Considering how sociably we had
23been sleeping together the night previous, and especially considering the affectionate arm I had found thrown over me
24upon waking in the morning, I thought this indifference of his very strange. But savages are strange beings; at times
25you do not know exactly how to take them. At first they are overawing; their calm self-collectedness of simplicity seems
26a Socratic wisdom. I had noticed also that Queequeg never consorted at all, or but very little, with the other seamen in
27the inn. He made no advances whatever; appeared to have no desire to enlarge the circle of his acquaintances. All this
28struck me as mighty singular; yet, upon second thoughts, there was something almost sublime in it. Here was a man some
29twenty thousand miles from home, by the way of Cape Horn, that is--which was the only way he could get there--thrown
30among people as strange to him as though he were in the planet Jupiter; and yet he seemed entirely at his ease;
31preserving the utmost serenity; content with his own companionship; always equal to himself. Surely this was a touch of
32fine philosophy; though no doubt he had never heard there was such a thing as that. But, perhaps, to be true
33philosophers, we mortals should not be conscious of so living or so striving. So soon as I hear that such or such a man
34gives himself out for a philosopher, I conclude that, like the dyspeptic old woman, he must have "broken his digester."
35As I sat there in that now lonely room; the fire burning low, in that mild stage when, after its first intensity has
36warmed the air, it then only glows to be looked at; the evening shades and phantoms gathering round the casements, and
37peering in upon us silent, solitary twain; the storm booming without in solemn swells; I began to be sensible of strange
38feelings. I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world.
39This soothing savage had redeemed it. There he sat, his very indifference speaking a nature in which there lurked no
40civilized hypocrisies and bland deceits. Wild he was; a very sight of sights to see; yet I began to feel myself
41mysteriously drawn towards him. And those same things that would have repelled most others, they were the very magnets
42that thus drew me. I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy. I drew
43my bench near him, and made some friendly signs and hints, doing my best to talk with him meanwhile. At first he little
44noticed these advances; but presently, upon my referring to his last night's hospitalities, he made out to ask me
45whether we were again to be bedfellows. I told him yes; whereat I thought he looked pleased, perhaps a little
46complimented. We then turned over the book together, and I endeavored to explain to him the purpose of the printing, and
47the meaning of the few pictures that were in it. Thus I soon engaged his interest; and from that we went to jabbering
48the best we could about the various outer sights to be seen in this famous town. Soon I proposed a social smoke; and,
49producing his pouch and tomahawk, he quietly offered me a puff. And then we sat exchanging puffs from that wild pipe of
50his, and keeping it regularly passing between us. If there yet lurked any ice of indifference towards me in the Pagan's
51breast, this pleasant, genial smoke we had, soon thawed it out, and left us cronies. He seemed to take to me quite as
52naturally and unbiddenly as I to him; and when our smoke was over, he pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me
53round the waist, and said that henceforth we were married; meaning, in his country's phrase, that we were bosom friends;
54he would gladly die for me, if need should be. In a countryman, this sudden flame of friendship would have seemed far
55too premature, a thing to be much distrusted; but in this simple savage those old rules would not apply. After supper,
56and another social chat and smoke, we went to our room together. He made me a present of his embalmed head; took out his
57enormous tobacco wallet, and groping under the tobacco, drew out some thirty dollars in silver; then spreading them on
58the table, and mechanically dividing them into two equal portions, pushed one of them towards me, and said it was mine.
59I was going to remonstrate; but he silenced me by pouring them into my trowsers' pockets. I let them stay. He then went
60about his evening prayers, took out his idol, and removed the paper fireboard. By certain signs and symptoms, I thought
61he seemed anxious for me to join him; but well knowing what was to follow, I deliberated a moment whether, in case he
62invited me, I would comply or otherwise. I was a good Christian; born and bred in the bosom of the infallible
63Presbyterian Church. How then could I unite with this wild idolator in worshipping his piece of wood? But what is
64worship? thought I. Do you suppose now, Ishmael, that the magnanimous God of heaven and earth--pagans and all
65included--can possibly be jealous of an insignificant bit of black wood? Impossible! But what is worship?--to do the
66will of God--that is worship. And what is the will of God?--to do to my fellow man what I would have my fellow man to do
67to me--that is the will of God. Now, Queequeg is my fellow man. And what do I wish that this Queequeg would do to me?
68Why, unite with me in my particular Presbyterian form of worship. Consequently, I must then unite with him in his; ergo,
69I must turn idolator. So I kindled the shavings; helped prop up the innocent little idol; offered him burnt biscuit with
70Queequeg; salamed before him twice or thrice; kissed his nose; and that done, we undressed and went to bed, at peace
71with our own consciences and all the world. But we did not go to sleep without some little chat. How it is I know not;
72but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends. Man and wife, they say, there open the
73very bottom of their souls to each other; and some old couples often lie and chat over old times till nearly morning.
74Thus, then, in our hearts' honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg--a cosy, loving pair.
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