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In the complexion of a third still lingers a tropic tawn, but slightly bleached withal; he doubtless has tarried whole weeks ashore.

That man next him looks a few shades lighter; you might say a touch of satin wood is in him.

This young fellow's healthy cheek is like a sun-toasted pear in hue, and would seem to smell almost as musky; he cannot have been three days landed from his Indian voyage.

You could pretty plainly tell how long each one had been ashore.

They were nearly all whalemen; chief mates, and second mates, and third mates, and sea carpenters, and sea coopers, and sea blacksmiths, and harpooners, and ship keepers; a brown and brawny company, with bosky beards; an unshorn, shaggy set, all wearing monkey-jackets for morning gowns.

The bar-room was now full of the boarders who had been dropping in the night previous, and whom I had not as yet had a good look at.

And the man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for.

So, if any one man, in his own proper person, afford stuff for a good joke to anybody, let him not be backward, but let him cheerfully allow himself to spend and be spent in that way.

However, a good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a good thing; the more's the pity.

I cherished no malice towards him, though he had been skylarking with me not a little in the matter of my bedfellow.

CHAPTER V. Breakfast. I quickly followed suit, and descending into the bar-room accosted the grinning landlord very pleasantly.

Yay! What about Boober? I wish I never found out about your music taste oof. :coy: Yeeee

I have an image saved in my computer for moments like, but I don't wanna get banned.

The rest of his toilet was soon achieved, and he proudly marched out of the room, wrapped up in his great pilot monkey-jacket, and sporting his harpoon like a marshal's baton.

Afterwards I wondered the less at this operation when I came to know of what fine steel the head of a harpoon is made, and how exceedingly sharp the long straight edges are always kept.

Thinks I, Queequeg, this is using Roger's best cutlery with a vengeance.

I was watching to see where he kept his razor, when lo and behold, he takes the harpoon from the bed corner, slips out the long wooden stock, unsheathes the head, whets it a little on his boot, and striding up to the bit of mirror against the wall, begins a vigorous scraping, or rather...