我无奈地说。魁魁格在那老索匠的屁股上按了按，好像在试够不够软。
telling him to establish himself accordingly.
他疯疯癫癫地讲了一遍，走了。
He put his hand upon the sleeper's rear, as thoughfeeling if it was soft enough; and then, without moreado, sat quietly down there.
魁魁格坐到了那个人的脑袋边儿上，只是安静的坐着。
Gracious! Queequeg, don't sit there, said I.
算啦，咱们就守着这个老索匠坐一会儿吧!
Oh! perry dood seat, said Queequeg, my country way; won't hurt him face.
噢，这可是个好座位!我按我家乡的方法坐，不会压扁他的脑袋的!
Face! said I, call that his face? very benevolent countenance then; but how hard he breathes,he's heaving himself;
脸!我说着,这叫脸吗?很仁慈的表情,但他呼吸有多难,他在难为自己;
get off, Queequeg, you are heavy, it's grinding the face of the poor.
躲开,魁魁格,你太沉了,别这么折磨穷人。
Get off, Queequeg! Look, he'll twitch you off soon.
躲开,魁魁格,看，他会找你茬的。
I wonder he don't wake.
我想知道他是不会醒来的。
Queequeg removed himself to just beyond the head of the sleeper, and lighted his tomahawkpipe.
魁魁格挪了挪屁股，坐到了那个人的脑袋边儿上，点上了他的烟斗斧。
I sat at the feet. We kept the pipe passing over the sleeper, from one to the other.
我则坐在那人的脚边儿。于是，烟斗斧就跨过那个人的身子，递过来又递过去。
