QueequegQueequeg's father was a high chief, a King; his uncle, a High Priest. There was excellent blood in his veins-royal stuff. It was quite plain that he must be some abominable savage, but Queequegs was a creature in the transitory state-neither caterpillar nor butterfly.
Savage though he was, and hiddeously marred about the face, his countenance yet had something in it; through all his unearthly tattooings, and in his large deep eyes, fiery black and bold, there seemed tokens of a spirit that would dare a thousand devils. |