crazy old sea chest as a wash-stand
the bed stood scrutiny tolerably well.
rude shelf, four walls, fireboard, a seaman's bag,
a parcel of bone fish hooks on the shelf,

a harpoon standing at the head of the bed,
a poncho, shaggy and thick, a little damp.
I sat down on the bedside to undress.
made no ado, but jumped out of my pants.

mattress stuffed with corn or crockery,
I couldn't sleep. footfalls from under the door.
the stranger entered, a good way off from me,
then began working at the knotted cords.

his face — good heavens! Such a face! here and there
stuck over with large, blackish looking squares.