英語聽書《白鯨記》第7期

By reason of these things, then, the whaling voyagewas welcome; the great flood-gates of the wonder-world swung open,

and in the wild conceits that swayed me to mypurpose,

two and two there floated into my inmost soul,endless processions of the whale,

and, mid most of them all, one grand hoodedphantom, like a snow hill in the air.

CHAPTER 2. The Carpet-Bag.

I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet-bag,tucked it under my arm, and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific.

Quitting the good city of old Manhatto, I duly arrived in New Bedford. It was a Saturday nightin December.

Much was I disappointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed,

and that no way of reaching that place would offer, till the following Monday.

As most young candidates for the pains and penalties of whaling stop at this same New Bedford,

thence to embark on their voyage, it may as well be related that I, for one, had no idea of sodoing.

For my mind was made up to sail in no other than a Nantucket craft, because there was a fine,

boisterous something about everything connected with that famous old island, whichamazingly pleased me.

Besides though New Bedford has of late been gradually monopolising the business of whaling,and though in this matter poor old Nantucket is now much behind her,

yet Nantucket was her great originalthe Tyre of this Carthage;the place where the first deadAmerican whale was stranded.

Where else but from Nantucket did those aboriginal whalemen, the Red-Men,

first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan? And where but from Nantucket, too, didthat first adventurous little sloop put forth,

partly laden with imported cobblestonesso goes the storyto throw at the whales,

in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon from the bowsprit?

Now having a night, a day, and still another night following before me in New Bedford,

ere I could embark for my destined port, it became a matter of concernment where I was toeat and sleep meanwhile.

It was a very dubious-looking, nay, a very dark and dismal night, bitingly cold and cheerless.

I knew no one in the place. With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket, and only broughtup a few pieces of silver,

So, wherever you go, Ishmael, said I to myself, as I stood in the middle of a dreary streetshouldering my bag,

and comparing the gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the southwherever inyour wisdom you may conclude to lodge for the night,

my dear Ishmael, be sure to inquire the price, and don't be too particular.

With halting steps I paced the streets, and passed the sign of "The Crossed Harpoons"but itlooked too expensive and jolly there.

Further on, from the bright red windows of the "Sword-Fish Inn," there came such fervent rays,

that it seemed to have melted the packed snow and ice from before the house,

for everywhere else the congealed frost lay ten inches thick in a hard, asphaltic pavement,