{"id":"01KFNR88BNMG1SJ2WM8X3A4SR7","cid":"bafkreifssaequq3hcrkeoylro76qu64s2hwglulced2keay7dclqho3ppe","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":6349,"extracted_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:03.415Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 3","source_file":"01KFNR0Z394A878Y5AQ63MQEM2","start_line":6290,"text":"Now, Ahab and his three mates formed what may be called the first table\r\nin the Pequod’s cabin. After their departure, taking place in inverted\r\norder to their arrival, the canvas cloth was cleared, or rather was\r\nrestored to some hurried order by the pallid steward. And then the\r\nthree harpooneers were bidden to the feast, they being its residuary\r\nlegatees. They made a sort of temporary servants’ hall of the high and\r\nmighty cabin.\r\n\r\nIn strange contrast to the hardly tolerable constraint and nameless\r\ninvisible domineerings of the captain’s table, was the entire care-free\r\nlicense and ease, the almost frantic democracy of those inferior\r\nfellows the harpooneers. While their masters, the mates, seemed afraid\r\nof the sound of the hinges of their own jaws, the harpooneers chewed\r\ntheir food with such a relish that there was a report to it. They dined\r\nlike lords; they filled their bellies like Indian ships all day loading\r\nwith spices. Such portentous appetites had Queequeg and Tashtego, that\r\nto fill out the vacancies made by the previous repast, often the pale\r\nDough-Boy was fain to bring on a great baron of salt-junk, seemingly\r\nquarried out of the solid ox. And if he were not lively about it, if he\r\ndid not go with a nimble hop-skip-and-jump, then Tashtego had an\r\nungentlemanly way of accelerating him by darting a fork at his back,\r\nharpoon-wise. And once Daggoo, seized with a sudden humor, assisted\r\nDough-Boy’s memory by snatching him up bodily, and thrusting his head\r\ninto a great empty wooden trencher, while Tashtego, knife in hand,\r\nbegan laying out the circle preliminary to scalping him. He was\r\nnaturally a very nervous, shuddering sort of little fellow, this\r\nbread-faced steward; the progeny of a bankrupt baker and a hospital\r\nnurse. And what with the standing spectacle of the black terrific Ahab,\r\nand the periodical tumultuous visitations of these three savages,\r\nDough-Boy’s whole life was one continual lip-quiver. Commonly, after\r\nseeing the harpooneers furnished with all things they demanded, he\r\nwould escape from their clutches into his little pantry adjoining, and\r\nfearfully peep out at them through the blinds of its door, till all was\r\nover.\r\n\r\nIt was a sight to see Queequeg seated over against Tashtego, opposing\r\nhis filed teeth to the Indian’s: crosswise to them, Daggoo seated on\r\nthe floor, for a bench would have brought his hearse-plumed head to the\r\nlow carlines; at every motion of his colossal limbs, making the low\r\ncabin framework to shake, as when an African elephant goes passenger in\r\na ship. But for all this, the great negro was wonderfully abstemious,\r\nnot to say dainty. It seemed hardly possible that by such comparatively\r\nsmall mouthfuls he could keep up the vitality diffused through so\r\nbroad, baronial, and superb a person. But, doubtless, this noble savage\r\nfed strong and drank deep of the abounding element of air; and through\r\nhis dilated nostrils snuffed in the sublime life of the worlds. Not by\r\nbeef or by bread, are giants made or nourished. But Queequeg, he had a\r\nmortal, barbaric smack of the lip in eating—an ugly sound enough—so\r\nmuch so, that the trembling Dough-Boy almost looked to see whether any\r\nmarks of teeth lurked in his own lean arms. And when he would hear\r\nTashtego singing out for him to produce himself, that his bones might\r\nbe picked, the simple-witted steward all but shattered the crockery\r\nhanging round him in the pantry, by his sudden fits of the palsy. Nor\r\ndid the whetstone which the harpooneers carried in their pockets, for\r\ntheir lances and other weapons; and with which whetstones, at dinner,\r\nthey would ostentatiously sharpen their knives; that grating sound did\r\nnot at all tend to tranquillize poor Dough-Boy. How could he forget\r\nthat in his Island days, Queequeg, for one, must certainly have been\r\nguilty of some murderous, convivial indiscretions. Alas! Dough-Boy!\r\nhard fares the white waiter who waits upon cannibals. 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