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He only asked for water - fresh water - something to wipe the brine off; that done, he put on dry clothes, lighted his pipe, and leaning against the bulwarks, and mildly eyeing those around him, seemed to be saying to himself - "It's a mutual, joint-stock world, in all meridians. We cannibals...

He did not seem to think that he at all deserved a medal from the Humane and Magnanimous Societies.

Was there ever such unconsciousness?

From that hour I clove to Queequeg like a barnacle; yea, till poor Queequeg took his last long dive.

All hands voted Queequeg a noble trump; the captain begged his pardon.

The poor bumpkin was restored.

The boat soon picked them up.

A few minutes more, and he rose again, one arm still striking out, and with the other dragging a lifeless form.

Shooting himself perpendicularly from the water, Queequeg now took an instant's glance around him, and seeming to see just how matters were, dived down and disappeared.

The greenhorn had gone down.

I looked at the grand and glorious fellow, but saw no one to be saved.

For three minutes or more he was seen swimming like a dog, throwing his long arms straight out before him, and by turns revealing his brawny shoulders through the freezing foam.

The schooner was run into the wind, and while the hands were clearing away the stern boat, Queequeg, stripped to his waist, darted from the side with a long living arc of a leap.

In the midst of this consternation, Queequeg dropped deftly to his kees, and crawling under the path of the boom, whipped hold of a rope, secured one end to the bulwarks, and then flinging the other like a lasso, caught it round the boom as it swept over his head, and at the next jerk, the spar...

Nothing was done, and nothing seemed capable of being done; those on deck rushed towards the bows, and stood eyeing the boom as if it were the lower jaw of an exasperated whale.

It flew from right to left, and back again, almost in one ticking of a watch, and every instant seemed on the point of snapping into splinters.

The poor fellow whom Queequeg had handled so roughly, was swept overboard; all hands were in a panic; and to attempt snatching at the boom to stay it, seemed madness.

The prodigious strain upon the mainsail had parted the weather-sheet, and the tremendous boom was now flying from side to side, completely sweeping the entire afterpart of the deck.

But it so happened just then, that it was high time for the Captain to mind his own eye.

"Look you," roared the Captain, "I'll kill-e you, you cannibal, if you try any more of your tricks aboard here; so mind your eye."