Book Name:Moby Dick
Writer: Herman Melville
I stuffed a shirt or two into my old rug pack, tucked it under my arm, and began for Cape Horn and the Pacific. Stopping the great city of old Manhatto, I properly showed up in New Bedford. It was a Saturday night in December. Much was I frustrated after discovering that the little parcel for Nantucket had just cruised, and that no chance to get of arriving at that spot would offer, till the next Monday.
As most youthful possibility for the agonies and punishments of whaling stop at this equivalent New Bedford, thus to set out on their journey, it should be connected that I, for one, had no clue about so doing.
Presently having a night, a day, and still one more evening following before me in New Bedford, ere I could leave for my foreordained port, it turned into a matter of concernment where I was to eat and rest then. It was a questionable looking, nay, an exceptionally dull and terrible night, bitingly cold and depressed. I knew nobody in the spot. With restless grapnels I had sounded my pocket, and just raised a couple of bits of silver,— So, any place you go, Ishmael, said I to myself, as I remained in a bleak road bearing my pack, and contrasting the unhappiness towards the north and the haziness towards the south—any place in your astuteness you may close to stop for the evening, my dear Ishmael, make certain to ask the cost, and don’t be excessively specific.
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