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 (for she had learned his name), I will just take this here iron, and keep it for you till morning. But the chowder; clam or cod to-morrow for breakfast, men?