Moby Dick

[Old Thunder]

It was cold as Iceland -- no fire at all -- the landlord said he couldn't afford it.

 

[Old Thunder]

Nothing but two dismal tallow candles, each in a winding sheet.

 

[Old Thunder]

We were fain to button up our monkey-jackets, and hold to our lips cups of scalding tea with our half frozen fingers.

 

[Old Thunder]

But the fare was of the most substantial kind -- not only meat and potatoes, but dumplings; good heavens! dumplings for supper!

 

[Old Thunder]

One young fellow in a green box coat, addressed himself to these dumplings in a most direful manner.

 

[Old Thunder]

"My boy," said the landlord, "you'll have the nightmare to a dead sartainty."

 

[Old Thunder]

"Landlord," I whispered, "that ain't the harpooner, is it?"

 

[Old Thunder]

"Oh, no," said he, looking a sort of diabolically funny, "the harpooner is a dark complexioned chap. He never eats dumplings, he don't -- he eats nothing but steaks, and likes 'em rare."

 

[Old Thunder]

"The devil he does," says I. "Where is that harpooner? Is he here?"

 

[Old Thunder]

"He'll be here afore long," was the answer.