MOBY DICK Herman Melville CHAPTER 2 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | MOBY DICK Herman Melville CHAPTER 2 The Carpet-Bag I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet-bag tucked it under my arm and started for Cape 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 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 with that famous old island which amazingly pleased me. Besides though New Bedford has of late been gradually monopolizing the business of whaling and though in this matter poor old Nantucket is now much behind her yet Nantucket was her great original- the Tyre of this Carthage - the place where the first dead American whale was stranded. Where else but from Nantucket did those aboriginal whalemen the Red-Men first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan And where but from Nantucket too did that first adventurous little sloop put forth partly laden with imported cobblestones- so goes the story- to throw at the whales in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon from the bowsprit Now having a night a day and still another night following before me in New Bedford ere could embark for my destined port it became a matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile. It was a very dubious-looking nay a very dark and dismal 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 dreary street .
