Chapter 10 5.breakfast

After getting up and dressing, I washed up and went downstairs.He even said good morning to Coffin with some joy.Although this guy played a little bit of a joke on me yesterday. There are already a lot of people gathered in the bar, and all the guests staying in the hotel have come.I didn't have time to take a closer look yesterday, but I noticed today that most of these people are whalers: first mate, second mate, third mate; blacksmiths, carpenters, coppersmiths; javeliners, shipkeepers, etc. And feet. Their complexion is all brown and black, their clothes are casual, and a large proportion of them have beards.

You can tell how long they've been ashore by their appearance. Look, this lad, with cheeks as red as a baked pear, who's not more than three days old from the Indian Ocean. The one next to him was not as dark in color as he was, and seemed to smell of wrought wood, and he had been ashore for a week. Some had only a hint of tropical yellow left in their faces, and they must have been on shore for weeks. However, no one could tell from Queequeg's face when he landed. "Dinner!" Coffin yelled. When I sat down at the table, I pricked up my ears for the story of the whaling, but everyone was silent.Everyone's deportment and behavior seem to be a little coy.

This is really puzzling. It is said that people who have seen the world through the storm are more sophisticated, and their demeanor in a crowd of people is also very natural and decent.But these people who had escaped death in the turbulent wind and waves, and those who had killed whales without any shyness, now sitting around the table, they all felt a little shy and uneasy. Oh, this is a group of shy bears, a group of shy but brave whalers. Queequeg did not seem to stand out among the crowd.He sat there coldly, not smiling. What makes him stand out is that he eats with a javelin, and eats with a javelin.He doesn't like hot coffee, hot rolls or anything like that, he just likes a steak rare.

His javelin went straight for the steak, poked a piece hard and firmly, and brought it back to his mouth.Every attack and return risked stabbing someone in the head.Fortunately, his demeanor is still stable, which is already considered polite and educated among their group. Queequeg went out as soon as he had had his fill.I saw him smoking his ax-pipe when I was out for a walk.The strange tall hat was still on his head.