英语听书《白鲸记》第7期

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 and in the wild conceits¹ that swayed me to my purpose, 

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

 and,mid most of them all,one grand hooded² phantom,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 Cape³ Horn and the Pacific. 

 Quitting the good city of old Manhatto,I duly arrived in New Bedford.It was a Saturday night in 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 embark⁴ 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 with that famous old island,which amazingly 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 dead American whale was stranded⁵. 

 Where else but from Nantucket did those aboriginal⁶ whalemen,the Red Men, 

 first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan?And where but from Nantucket,too,did that first adventurous⁷ little sloop⁸ put forth, 

 partly laden⁹ with imported cobblestonesso goes the storyto throw at the whales, 

 in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon¹⁰ 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 destined¹¹ port,it became a matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile. 

 It was a very dubious¹² looking,nay,a very dark and dismal¹³ night,bitingly cold and cheerless. 

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

 So,wherever you go,Ishmael,said I to myself,as I stood in the middle of a dreary¹⁴ street shouldering my bag, 

 and comparing the gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the southwherever in your wisdom you may conclude to lodge¹⁵ for the night, 

 my dear Ishmael,be sure to inquire the price,and do not be too particular. 

 With halting steps I paced the streets,and passed the sign of The Crossed Harpoonsbut it looked 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, undefined

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