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Going Aboard

           Seeingalight,wewentdown,andfoundonlyanoldriggerthere,wrappedinatatteredpea-jacket.Hewasthrownatwholelengthupontwochests,hisfacedownwardsandinclosedinhisfoldedarms.Theprofoundestslumbersleptuponhim.

           "Thosesailorswesaw,Queequeg,wherecantheyhavegoneto?"saidI,lookingdubiouslyatthesleeper.Butitseemedthat,whenonthewharf,QueequeghadnotatallnoticedwhatInowalludedto;henceIwouldhavethoughtmyselftohavebeenopticallydeceivedinthatmatter,wereitnotforElijah’sotherwiseinexplicablequestion.ButIbeatthethingdown;andagainmarkingthesleeper,jocularlyhintedtoQueequegthatperhapswehadbestsitupwiththebody;tellinghimtoestablishhimselfaccordingly.Heputhishanduponthesleeper’srear,asthoughfeelingifitwassoftenough;andthen,withoutmoreado,satquietlydownthere.

           "Gracious!Queequeg,don’tsitthere,"saidI.

           "Oh;perrydoodseat,"saidQueequeg,"mycountryway;won’thurthimface."

           "Face!"saidI,"callthathisface?verybenevolentcountenancethen;buthowhardhebreathes,he’sheavinghimself;getoff,Queequeg,youareheavy,it’sgrindingthefaceofthepoor.Getoff,Queequeg!Look,he’lltwitchyouoffsoon.Iwonderhedon’twake."

           Queequegremovedhimselftojustbeyondtheheadofthesleeper,andlightedhistomahawkpipe.Isatatthefeet.Wekeptthepipepassingoverthesleeper,fromonetotheother.

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