"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. [...]
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. [...]
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."
(Herman Melville: Moby Dick)
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