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Chapter 15: Chowder.
November 26, 2025
It was quite late in the evening when the little Moss came snugly to anchor, and Queequeg and I went ashore; so we could attend to no business that day, at...
Chapter 14: Nantucket.
November 26, 2025
Nothing more happened on the passage worthy the mentioning; so, after a fine run, we safely arrived in Nantucket. Nantucket! Take out your map and look at...
Chapter 13: Wheelbarrow.
November 26, 2025
Next morning, Monday, after disposing of the embalmed head to a barber, for a block, I settled my own and comrade’s bill; using, however, my comrade’s money....
Chapter 12: Biographical.
November 26, 2025
Queequeg was a native of Rokovoko, an island far away to the West and South. It is not down in any map; true places never are. When a new-hatched savage...
Chapter 11: Nightgown.
November 26, 2025
We had lain thus in bed, chatting and napping at short intervals, and Queequeg now and then affectionately throwing his brown tattooed legs over mine, and...
Chapter 10: A Bosom Friend.
November 26, 2025
Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the benediction some time. He was sitting...
Chapter 9: The Sermon.
November 26, 2025
Father Mapple rose, and in a mild voice of unassuming authority ordered the scattered people to condense. “Starboard gangway, there! side away to...
Chapter 8: The Pulpit.
November 26, 2025
I had not been seated very long ere a man of a certain venerable robustness entered; immediately as the storm-pelted door flew back upon admitting him, a...
Chapter 7: The Chapel.
November 26, 2025
In this same New Bedford there stands a Whaleman’s Chapel, and few are the moody fishermen, shortly bound for the Indian Ocean or Pacific, who fail to make a...
Chapter 6: The Street.
November 26, 2025
If I had been astonished at first catching a glimpse of so outlandish an individual as Queequeg circulating among the polite society of a civilized town,...
Chapter 5: Breakfast.
November 26, 2025
I quickly followed suit, and descending into the bar-room accosted the grinning landlord very pleasantly. I cherished no malice towards him, though he had...
Chapter 4: The Counterpane.
November 26, 2025
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...
Chapter 3: The Spouter-Inn.
November 26, 2025
Entering that gable-ended Spouter-Inn, you found yourself in a wide, low, straggling entry with old-fashioned wainscots, reminding one of the bulwarks of...
Chapter 2: The Carpet-Bag.
November 26, 2025
I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet-bag, tucked it under my arm, and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific. Quitting the good city of old Manhatto, I...
Chapter 1: Loomings.
November 26, 2025
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I...
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