{"id":"01KG8AP7TST1X234D6GBTGNH6F","cid":"bafkreicciwtaor6tm5lcpnj5zeu3yq4cn3u5dlkktre4kfcfgqdmwaf6sq","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":4510,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:49:30.765Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 64","source_file":"01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6","start_line":4431,"text":"“Morning to ye! morning to ye!” he rejoined, again moving off. “Oh! I\r\nwas going to warn ye against—but never mind, never mind—it’s all one,\r\nall in the family too;—sharp frost this morning, ain’t it? Good-bye to\r\nye. Shan’t see ye again very soon, I guess; unless it’s before the\r\nGrand Jury.” And with these cracked words he finally departed, leaving\r\nme, for the moment, in no small wonderment at his frantic impudence.\r\n\r\nAt last, stepping on board the Pequod, we found everything in profound\r\nquiet, not a soul moving. The cabin entrance was locked within; the\r\nhatches were all on, and lumbered with coils of rigging. Going forward\r\nto the forecastle, we found the slide of the scuttle open. Seeing a\r\nlight, we went down, and found only an old rigger there, wrapped in a\r\ntattered pea-jacket. He was thrown at whole length upon two chests, his\r\nface downwards and inclosed in his folded arms. The profoundest slumber\r\nslept upon him.\r\n\r\n“Those sailors we saw, Queequeg, where can they have gone to?” said I,\r\nlooking dubiously at the sleeper. But it seemed that, when on the\r\nwharf, Queequeg had not at all noticed what I now alluded to; hence I\r\nwould have thought myself to have been optically deceived in that\r\nmatter, were it not for Elijah’s otherwise inexplicable question. But I\r\nbeat the thing down; and again marking the sleeper, jocularly hinted to\r\nQueequeg that perhaps we had best sit up with the body; telling him to\r\nestablish himself accordingly. He put his hand upon the sleeper’s rear,\r\nas though feeling if it was soft enough; and then, without more ado,\r\nsat quietly down there.\r\n\r\n“Gracious! Queequeg, don’t sit there,” said I.\r\n\r\n“Oh! perry dood seat,” said Queequeg, “my country way; won’t hurt him\r\nface.”\r\n\r\n“Face!” said I, “call that his face? very benevolent countenance then;\r\nbut how hard he breathes, he’s heaving himself; get off, Queequeg, you\r\nare heavy, it’s grinding the face of the poor. Get off, Queequeg! Look,\r\nhe’ll twitch you off soon. I wonder he don’t wake.”\r\n\r\nQueequeg removed himself to just beyond the head of the sleeper, and\r\nlighted his tomahawk pipe. I sat at the feet. We kept the pipe passing\r\nover the sleeper, from one to the other. Meanwhile, upon questioning\r\nhim in his broken fashion, Queequeg gave me to understand that, in his\r\nland, owing to the absence of settees and sofas of all sorts, the king,\r\nchiefs, and great people generally, were in the custom of fattening\r\nsome of the lower orders for ottomans; and to furnish a house\r\ncomfortably in that respect, you had only to buy up eight or ten lazy\r\nfellows, and lay them round in the piers and alcoves. Besides, it was\r\nvery convenient on an excursion; much better than those garden-chairs\r\nwhich are convertible into walking-sticks; upon occasion, a chief\r\ncalling his attendant, and desiring him to make a settee of himself\r\nunder a spreading tree, perhaps in some damp marshy place.\r\n\r\nWhile narrating these things, every time Queequeg received the tomahawk\r\nfrom me, he flourished the hatchet-side of it over the sleeper’s head.\r\n\r\n“What’s that for, Queequeg?”\r\n\r\n“Perry easy, kill-e; oh! perry easy!”\r\n\r\nHe was going on with some wild reminiscences about his tomahawk-pipe,\r\nwhich, it seemed, had in its two uses both brained his foes and soothed\r\nhis soul, when we were directly attracted to the sleeping rigger. The\r\nstrong vapor now completely filling the contracted hole, it began to\r\ntell upon him. He breathed with a sort of muffledness; then seemed\r\ntroubled in the nose; then revolved over once or twice; then sat up and\r\nrubbed his eyes.\r\n\r\n“Holloa!” he breathed at last, “who be ye smokers?”\r\n\r\n“Shipped men,” answered I, “when does she sail?”\r\n\r\n“Aye, aye, ye are going in her, be ye? She sails to-day. The Captain\r\ncame aboard last night.”\r\n\r\n“What Captain?—Ahab?”\r\n\r\n“Who but him indeed?”\r\n\r\nI was going to ask him some further questions concerning Ahab, when we\r\nheard a noise on deck.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 64"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AK7FP6P1V67V3ATJHHZ83","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AP76HKRBNM7460GVSZY3M","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AP7TSRVFTXDV2R982EK6V","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:49:36.089Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:42.232Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}