Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, Ifound Queequeg there quite alone; he having left theChapel before the benediction some time. He wassitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet onthe stove hearth, and in one hand was holding closeup to his face that little negro idol of his; peeringhard into its face, and with a jack-knife gentlywhittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming tohimself in his heathenish way.

我从小教堂回到大鲸客店,看到只有魁魁格一个人在那里;他大概是在祷祝前离开小教堂的。他坐在火炉前一只长凳上,双脚搁在炉边,一只手把他那个小黑人偶像紧凑在面前;一边直瞪着它的脸看,一边用一把小刀轻轻地刮着它的鼻子,嘴里还独自哼着他那异教的歌子。

But being now interrupted, he put up the image; and pretty soon, going to the table, took upa large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the pages with deliberateregularity; at every fiftieth page-- as I fancied--stopping for a moment, looking vacantlyaround him, and giving utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment. Hewould then begin again at the next fifty; seeming to commence at number one each time, asthough he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by such a large number of fiftiesbeing found together, that his astonishment at the multitude of pages was excited.

但是,我一闯了进去,他就把他的偶像藏起;很快地跑到桌子跟前,在桌上拿起一本大书,把它放在膝头上,开始从容而有规律地数那些书页;每翻了五十页...我这样想...就停一停,眼色茫然四下一望,发出一阵曳长的，表示惊异的，咯咯的唿哨声来。接着,他又开始数起第二个五十来;每回都好象是从第一开始,仿佛他是数不来五十以上的数目似的,而且,只有到了数足五十页这样一个大数目时,才激起他对于浩瀚的页数的惊异。

With much interest I sat watching him. Savage though he was, and hideously marred about theface-at least to my taste-his countenance yet had a something in it which was by no meansdisagreeable. You cannot hide the soul. Through all his unearthly tattooings, I thought I sawthe traces of a simple honest heart; and in his large, deep eyes, fiery black and bold, thereseemed tokens of a spirit that would dare a thousand devils.

我极感兴趣地坐在那里看着他。尽管他是个野人,满脸怕人的伤疤...至少我喜欢...可他的相貌还有一种决不令人讨厌的东西。灵魂是无法隐蔽的。我认为,我从他那浑身可怕的刺花中,看到了一个质朴的灵魂的许多痕迹;在他那双深沉的大眼睛里,那股炯炯的黑光和勇猛的神气,似乎表征出他是一个敢于抵敌无数恶魔的人物。