There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf.
In this same New Bedford there stands a Whaleman’s Chapel, and few are the moody fishermen, shortly bound for the Indian Ocean or Pacific, who fail to make a Sunday visit to the spot.
Entrai al modesto locanda dello Spouter-Inn a Nantucket, dove l'odore di balena e salsedine impregnava ogni angolo della stanza.
Nantucket! Take out your map and look at it. See what a real corner of the world it occupies; how it stands there, away off shore, more lonely than the Eddystone lighthouse.
Entrai nella Cappella dei Balenieri di New Bedford, dove le lapidi alle pareti ricordavano i marinai perduti negli oceani.
La baleniera Pequod solcava le acque tempestose dell'Atlantico meridionale, spinta dalla folle brama di vendetta del capitano Ahab.
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