supper concluded, we received a lamp, and directions from mrs. hussey concerning the nearest way to bed; but, as queequeg was about to precede me up the stairs, the lady reached forth her arm, and demanded his harpoon; she allowed no harpoon in her chambers. "why not?" said i; "every true whaleman sleeps with his harpoon—but why not?" "because it’s dangerous," says she. "ever since young stiggs coming from that unfort’nt v’y’ge of his, when he was gone four years and a half, with only three barrels of ile, was found dead in my first floor back, with his harpoon in his side; ever since then i allow no boarders to take sich dangerous weepons in their rooms at night. so, mr. queequeg"