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There was some heathenish, coffin-coloured old lumber aboard,\r\nwhich, upon a long previous voyage, had been cut from the aboriginal\r\ngroves of the Lackaday islands, and from these dark planks the coffin\r\nwas recommended to be made. No sooner was the carpenter apprised of the\r\norder, than taking his rule, he forthwith with all the indifferent\r\npromptitude of his character, proceeded into the forecastle and took\r\nQueequeg’s measure with great accuracy, regularly chalking Queequeg’s\r\nperson as he shifted the rule.\r\n\r\n“Ah! poor fellow! he’ll have to die now,” ejaculated the Long Island\r\nsailor.\r\n\r\nGoing to his vice-bench, the carpenter for convenience sake and general\r\nreference, now transferringly measured on it the exact length the\r\ncoffin was to be, and then made the transfer permanent by cutting two\r\nnotches at its extremities. This done, he marshalled the planks and his\r\ntools, and to work.\r\n\r\nWhen the last nail was driven, and the lid duly planed and fitted, he\r\nlightly shouldered the coffin and went forward with it, inquiring\r\nwhether they were ready for it yet in that direction.\r\n\r\nOverhearing the indignant but half-humorous cries with which the people\r\non deck began to drive the coffin away, Queequeg, to every one’s\r\nconsternation, commanded that the thing should be instantly brought to\r\nhim, nor was there any denying him; seeing that, of all mortals, some\r\ndying men are the most tyrannical; and certainly, since they will\r\nshortly trouble us so little for evermore, the poor fellows ought to be\r\nindulged.\r\n\r\nLeaning over in his hammock, Queequeg long regarded the coffin with an\r\nattentive eye. He then called for his harpoon, had the wooden stock\r\ndrawn from it, and then had the iron part placed in the coffin along\r\nwith one of the paddles of his boat. All by his own request, also,\r\nbiscuits were then ranged round the sides within: a flask of fresh\r\nwater was placed at the head, and a small bag of woody earth scraped up\r\nin the hold at the foot; and a piece of sail-cloth being rolled up for\r\na pillow, Queequeg now entreated to be lifted into his final bed, that\r\nhe might make trial of its comforts, if any it had. He lay without\r\nmoving a few minutes, then told one to go to his bag and bring out his\r\nlittle god, Yojo. Then crossing his arms on his breast with Yojo\r\nbetween, he called for the coffin lid (hatch he called it) to be placed\r\nover him. The head part turned over with a leather hinge, and there lay\r\nQueequeg in his coffin with little but his composed countenance in\r\nview. “Rarmai” (it will do; it is easy), he murmured at last, and\r\nsigned to be replaced in his hammock.\r\n\r\nBut ere this was done, Pip, who had been slily hovering near by all\r\nthis while, drew nigh to him where he lay, and with soft sobbings, took\r\nhim by the hand; in the other, holding his tambourine.\r\n\r\n“Poor rover! will ye never have done with all this weary roving? where\r\ngo ye now? But if the currents carry ye to those sweet Antilles where\r\nthe beaches are only beat with water-lilies, will ye do one little\r\nerrand for me? Seek out one Pip, who’s now been missing long: I think\r\nhe’s in those far Antilles. If ye find him, then comfort him; for he\r\nmust be very sad; for look! he’s left his tambourine behind;—I found\r\nit. Rig-a-dig, dig, dig! Now, Queequeg, die; and I’ll beat ye your\r\ndying march.”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR84DCH4FMYAB9ZZVZZ3WW","peer_label":"Ahab’s Leg","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR84DCH4FMYAB9ZZVZZ3WW","peer_label":"Ahab’s Leg","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KFNR81RMVAX2BBMMBW51V97D","peer_label":"Moby Dick; Or, The Whale","peer_type":"novel","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KFNR0H0Q791Y1SMZWEQ09FGV","peer_label":"Moby Dick","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KFNR8B56MHQPNJ1QQV1PF6CF","peer_label":"Chunk 2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR8B6DGV96Y4SETNN8S40C","peer_label":"Chunk 0","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:06.877Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:17.586Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}