st 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 so doing. 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 wit

up at various times—this same arm of his, I say, looked for all the world like a strip of that same patchwork quilt. Indeed, partly lyi