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For that was the unvarying law of the economic life of New Bedford, — to build, to ship, to buy, to sell, to improve, to speculate, to fall to ruin and to rise again. Another great ship was building at Portsmouth, England. By this time, Washington, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, New Hampshire, New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware and Maryland were all in the same boat, and they seemed to be all going on a cruise,'so lots o' room aboard. But when the new Congress met in 1790, we New Bedford men gave one great whistle of displeasure, “Why,' said we to our boatmen, “here is almost everybody afloat; what becomes of us?”

The reply was, “You're along,” and so we sailed on. But after a time the town began to lose its charm for me. The rollicking old times were over. The single ocean topic seemed stale and meaningless. Ships were no longer exciting. There was only one thing for it, then, to seek other fields. The Company chose me. My long pilgrimage in life was to come to this. Away I went to build my fortune in the land of gold. Longer I have been going; ever more uneventful was my pilgrimage along the road, and now the wide prospect has grown dim. The broad panorama, the view of the unknown, the part of the future, has narrowed to a line drawn by the setting sun on a bright, mid-autumn day. I have besieged every court, been admitted to the councils of ministers, written and talked with emperors, then fallen on my knees, and have prayed to heaven on my knees — and still the end was clouded, Something fine, no doubt, but hazy in the future, something which I cannot grasp. A newer, fresher outlook lights up this prospect, and I climb my hill again. I ne’er from having been sure of any thing, but I can see my way now more clearly than ever before.

At last, passage paid, and luggage safe, we stood on board the schooner. Hoisting sail, it glided down the Acushnet river. On one side, New Bedford rose in terraces of streets, their ice-covered trees all glittering in the clear, cold air. Huge hills and mountains of casks on casks were piled upon her wharves, and side by side the world-wandering whale ships lay silent and safely moored at last; while from others came a sound of carpenters and coopers, with blended noises of fires and forges to melt the pitch, all betokening that new cruises were on the start; that one most perilous and long voyage ended, only begins a second; and a second ended, only begins a third, and so on, forever and for aye. Such is the endlessness, yea, the intolerableness of all earthly effort. d2c66b5586