The Harpooner's Chest

"You won't see that harpooner to night," said the landlord. "He's come to anchor somewhere", he added, 'Do come, won't ye? Come?' The pair went upstairs and into a small room furnished with a prodigious bed. But there was no other furniture belonging to the place - just a rude shelf four walls and a papered fireboard representing a man striking a whale of things not properly belonging to the room. A door mat on an old sea chest did double duty as a washstand and centre table. It weighed me down like a hamper, being uncommonly shaggy and thick. And i thought a little damp, as though this