But no;
there he was just where I had left him; he had not stirred an inch.
I began to grow vexed with him; it seemed so downright senseless
and insane to be sitting there all day and half the night on his hams
in a cold room, holding a piece of wood on his head.
"For heaven's sake, Queequeg, get up and shake yourself; get up and have
some supper. You'll starve; you'll kill yourself, Queequeg." But not
a word did he reply.
Despairing of him, therefore, I determined to go to bed and to sleep;
and no doubt, before a great while, he would follow me.
But previous to turning in, I took my heavy bearskin jacket,
and threw it over him, as it promised to be a very cold night;
and he had nothing but his ordinary round jacket on.
For some time, do all I would, I could not get into the faintest doze.
I had blown out the candle; and the mere thought of Queequeg--
not four feet off--sitting there in that uneasy position,
stark alone in the cold and dark; this made me really wretched.
Think of it; sleeping all night in the same room with a wide
awake pagan on his hams in this dreary, unaccountable Ramadan!
But somehow I dropped off at last, and knew nothing more till
break of day; when, looking over the bedside, there squatted
Queequeg, as if he had been screwed down to the floor.
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