Our appetites being sharpened by the frosty voyage, and in particular,
Queequeg seeing his favourite fishing food before him,
and the chowder being surpassingly excellent, we despatched it with great expedition:
when leaning back a moment and bet hinking me of Mrs. Hussey's clam and cod announcement, I thought I would try a little experiment.
Stepping to the kitchen door, I uttered the word "cod" with great emphasis, and resumed my seat.
In a few moments the savoury steam came forth again, but with a different flavor, and in good time a fine cod-chowder was placed before us.
We resumed business; and while plying our spoons in the bowl, thinks I to myself, I wonder now if this here has any effect on the head?
What's that stultifying saying about chowder-headed people? "But look, Queequeg, ain't that a live eel in your bowl? Where's your harpoon?"
Fishiest of all fishy places was the Try Pots, which well deserved its name; for the pots there were always boiling chowders.