taking up his tomahawk from the table, he examined the head of it for an instant, and then holding it to the light, with his mouth at the handle, he puffed out great clouds of tobacco smoke. the next moment the light was extinguished, and this wild cannibal, tomahawk between his teeth, sprang into bed with me. i sang out, i could not help it now; and giving a sudden grunt of astonishment he began feeling me.