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- .. < chapter vi 11 THE STREET >
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- If I had been astonished at first catching a
- glimpse of so outlandish an individual as Queequeg circulating among the
- polite society of a civilized town, that astonishment soon departed upon
- taking my first daylight stroll through the streets of New Bedford. In
- thoroughfares nigh the docks, any considerable seaport will frequently offer
- to view the queerest looking nondescripts from foreign parts. Even in
- Broadway and Chestnut streets, Mediterranean mariners will sometimes jostle
- the affrighted ladies. Regent street is not unknown to Lascars and Malays;
- and at Bombay, in the Apollo Green, live Yankees have often scared the
- natives. But New Bedford beats all Water street and Wapping. In these
- last-mentioned haunts you see only sailors; but in New Bedford, actual
- cannibals stand chatting at street corners; savages outright; many of whom
- yet carry on their bones unholy flesh. It makes a stranger stare. But,
- besides the Feegeeans, Tongatabooarrs, Erromanggoans, Pannangians, and
- Brighggians, and, besides the wild specimens of the whaling-craft which
- unheeded reel about the streets, you will see other sights still more
- curious, certainly more comical.
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- There weekly arrive in this town scores of green Vermonters and New Hampshire
- men, all athirst for gain and glory in the fishery. They are mostly young,
- of stalwart frames; fellows who have felled forests, and now seek to drop
- the axe and snatch the whale-lance. Many are as green as the Green Mountains
- whence they came. In some things you would think them but a few hours old.
- Look there! that chap strutting round the corner. He wears a beaver hat and
- swallow-tailed coat, girdled with a sailor-belt and sheath-knife. Here comes
- another with a sou'-wester and a bombazine cloak. No town-bred dandy will
- compare with a country-bred one -- I mean a downright bumpkin dandy --a fellow
- that, in the dog-days, will mow his two acres in buckskin gloves for fear of
- tanning his hands. Now when a country dandy like this takes it into his head
- to make a distinguished reputation, and joins the great whale-fishery, you
- should see the comical things he does upon reaching the seaport. In
- bespeaking his sea-outfit, he orders bell-buttons to his waistcoats; straps
- to his canvas trowsers. Ah, poor Hay-Seed! how bitterly will burst those
- straps in the first howling gale, when thou art driven, straps, buttons, and
- all, down the throat of the tempest. But think not that this famous town has
- only harpooneers, cannibals, and bumpkins to show her visitors. Not at all.
- Still New Bedford is a queer place. Had it not been for us whalemen, that
- tract of land would this day perhaps have been in as howling condition as the
- coast of Labrador. As it is, parts of her back country are enough to frighten
- one, they look so bony. The town itself is perhaps the dearest place to live
- in, in all New England. It is a land of oil, true enough; but not like
- Canaan; a land, also, of corn and wine. The streets do not run with milk;
- nor in the spring-time do they pave them with fresh eggs. Yet, in spite of
- this, nowhere in all America will you find more patrician-like houses; parks
- and gardens more opulent, than in New Bedford. Whence came they? how planted
- upon this once scraggy scoria of a country? Go and gaze upon the iron
- emblematical harpoons round yonder lofty mansion, and your question will be
- answered. Yes; all these brave houses and flowery gardens came from the
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- Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian oceans. One and all, they were harpooned and
- dragged up hither from the bottom of the sea. Can Herr Alexander perform a
- feat like that? In New Bedford, fathers, they say, give whales for dowers to
- their daughters, and portion off their nieces with a few porpoises a-piece.
- You must go to New Bedford to see a brilliant wedding; for, they say, they
- have reservoirs of oil in every house, and every night recklessly burn their
- lengths in spermaceti candles. In summer time, the town is sweet to see;
- full of fine maples --long avenues of green and gold. And in August, high in
- air, the beautiful and bountiful horse-chestnuts, candelabra-wise, proffer
- the passer-by their tapering upright cones of congregated blossoms. So
- omnipotent is art; which in many a district of New Bedford has superinduced
- bright terraces of flowers upon the barren refuse rocks thrown aside at
- creation's final day. And the women of New Bedford, they bloom like their own
- red roses. But roses only bloom in summer; whereas the fine carnation of
- their cheeks is perennial as sunlight in the seventh heavens. Elsewhere match
- that bloom of theirs, ye cannot, save in Salem, where they tell me the young
- girls breathe such musk, their sailor sweethearts smell them miles off shore,
- as though they were drawing nigh the odorous Moluccas instead of the
- Puritanic sands.
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