After all, I do not think that my remarks about religion made
much impression upon Queequeg. Because, in the first place,
he somehow seemed dull of hearing on that important subject,
unless considered from his own point of view; and, in the
second place, he did not more than one third understand me,
couch my ideas simply as I would; and, finally, he no doubt thought
he knew a good deal more about the true religion than I did.
He looked at me with a sort of condescending concern and compassion,
as though he thought it a great pity that such a sensible young
man should be so hopelessly lost to evangelical pagan piety.
At last we rose and dressed; and Queequeg, taking a prodigiously hearty
breakfast of chowders of all sorts, so that the landlady should not make
much profit by reason of his Ramadan, we sallied out to board the Pequod,
sauntering along, and picking our teeth with halibut bones.
CHAPTER 18
His Mark
As we were walking down the end of the wharf towards the ship,
Queequeg carrying his harpoon, Captain Peleg in his gruff voice
loudly hailed us from his wigwam, saying he had not suspected
my friend was a cannibal, and furthermore announcing that he let
no cannibals on board that craft, unless they previously
produced their papers.
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