never do at all, especially as another current from the rickety
door met the one from the window, and both together formed
a series of small whirlwinds in the immediate vicinity of the spot
where I had thought to spend the night.

The devil fetch that harpooneer, thought I, but stop,
couldn't I steal a march on him--bolt his door inside, and jump
into his bed, not to be wakened by the most violent knockings?
It seemed no bad idea but upon second thoughts I dismissed it.
For who could tell but what the next morning, so soon as I popped
out of the room, the harpooneer might be standing in the entry,
all ready to knock me down!

Still looking around me again, and seeing no possible chance
of spending a sufferable night unless in some other person's bed,
I began to think that after all I might be cherishing
unwarrantable prejudices against this unknown harpooneer.
Thinks I, I'll wait awhile; he must be dropping in before long.
I'll have a good look at him then, and perhaps we may become
jolly good bedfellows after all--there's no telling.

But though the other boarders kept coming in by ones, twos, and threes,
and going to bed, yet no sign of my harpooneer.

"Landlord! said I, "what sort of a chap is he--does he always
keep such late hours?" It was now hard upon twelve o'clock.

The landlord chuckled again with his lean chuckle, and seemed
to be mightily tickled at something beyond my comprehension.
"No," he answered, "generally he's an early bird--airley to bed