Moby-Dick or, The Whale / Моби Дик, или Белый кит. Книга для чтения на английском языке

“Landlord! Watch! Coffin! Angels! save me!”

“Speak-e! tell-ee me who-ee be, or dam-me, I kill-e!” again growled the cannibal, while his horrid flourishings of the tomahawk scattered the hot tobacco ashes about me till I thought my linen would get on fire. But thank heaven, at that moment the landlord came into the room light in hand, and leaping from the bed I ran up to him.

“Don't be afraid now,” said he, grinning again. “Queequeg here wouldn't harm a hair of your head.

“Stop your grinning,” shouted I, “and why didn't you tell me that that infernal harpooneer was a cannibal?”

“I thought ye know’d it; – didn't I tell ye, he was a-peddlin’ heads around town? – but turn flukes again and go to sleep. Queequeg, look here – you sabbee me, I sabbee you – this man sleepe you – you sabbee?”

“Me sabbee plenty,” grunted Queequeg, puffing away at his pipe and sitting up in bed.

“You gettee in,” he added, motioning to me with his tomahawk, and throwing the clothes to one side. He really did this in not only a civil but a really kind and charitable way. I stood looking at him a moment. For all his tattooings he was on the whole a clean, comely-looking cannibal. What's all this fuss I have been making about, thought I to myself – the man's a human being just as I am: he has just as much reason to fear me, as I have to be afraid of him.

“Landlord,” said I, “tell him to stash his tomahawk there, or pipe, or whatever you call it; tell him to stop smoking, in short, and I will turn in with him. But I don't fancy having a man smoking in bed with me. It's dangerous. Besides, I ain't insured.”

This being told to Queequeg, he at once complied, and again politely motioned me to get into bed – rolling over to one side as much as to say, I won't touch a leg of ye.

“Good night, landlord,” said I, “you may go.”

I turned in, and never slept better in my life.

Chapter IV. The Counterpane

Upon waking next morning about daylight, I found Queequeg's arm thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner. You had almost thought I had been his wife.