when a new-hatched savage running wild about his native woodlands in a grass clout, followed by the nibbling goats, as if he were a green sapling; even then, in queequeg’s ambitious soul, lurked a strong desire to see something more of christendom than a specimen whaler or two. his father was a high chief, a king; his uncle a high priest; and on the maternal side he boasted aunts who were the wives of unconquerable warriors. there was excellent blood in his veins—royal stuff; though sadly vitiated, i fear, by the cannibal propensity he nourished in his untutored youth.