{"id":"01KG8AKRNMYPA08M276PAY7SVW","cid":"bafkreie3qnvr7wv454tavon56fv4zvfaq5msrxl74yrfcqzfj25x6hkpni","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":161,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:14.838Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","start_line":84,"text":"CHAPTER I.\r\nHOW WELLINGBOROUGH REDBURN’S TASTE FOR THE SEA WAS BORN AND BRED IN HIM\r\n\r\n\r\n“Wellingborough, as you are going to sea, suppose you take this\r\nshooting-jacket of mine along; it’s just the thing—take it, it will\r\n_save_ the expense of another. You see, it’s quite warm; fine long\r\nskirts, stout horn buttons, and plenty of pockets.”\r\n\r\nOut of the goodness and simplicity of his heart, thus spoke my elder\r\nbrother to me, upon the _eve_ of my departure for the seaport.\r\n\r\n“And, Wellingborough,” he added, “since we are both short of money, and\r\nyou want an outfit, and I _Have_ none to _give,_ you may as well take\r\nmy fowling-piece along, and sell it in New York for what you can\r\nget.—Nay, take it; it’s of no use to me now; I can’t find it in powder\r\nany more.”\r\n\r\nI was then but a boy. Some time previous my mother had removed from New\r\nYork to a pleasant village on the Hudson River, where we lived in a\r\nsmall house, in a quiet way. Sad disappointments in several plans which\r\nI had sketched for my future life; the necessity of doing something for\r\nmyself, united to a naturally roving disposition, had now conspired\r\nwithin me, to send me to sea as a sailor.\r\n\r\nFor months previous I had been poring over old New York papers,\r\ndelightedly perusing the long columns of ship advertisements, all of\r\nwhich possessed a strange, romantic charm to me. Over and over again I\r\ndevoured such announcements as the following:\r\n\r\nFOR BREMEN.\r\n\r\n_The coppered and copper-fastened brig Leda, having nearly completed\r\nher cargo, will sail for the above port on Tuesday the twentieth of\r\nMay.\r\nFor freight or passage apply on board at Coenties Slip.\r\n_\r\n\r\n\r\nTo my young inland imagination every word in an advertisement like\r\nthis, suggested volumes of thought.\r\n\r\nA _brig!_ The very word summoned up the idea of a black, sea-worn\r\ncraft, with high, cozy bulwarks, and rakish masts and yards.\r\n\r\n_Coppered and copper-fastened!_ That fairly smelt of the salt water!\r\nHow different such vessels must be from the wooden, one-masted,\r\ngreen-and-white-painted sloops, that glided up and down the river\r\nbefore our house on the bank.\r\n\r\n_Nearly completed her cargo!_ How momentous the announcement;\r\nsuggesting ideas, too, of musty bales, and cases of silks and satins,\r\nand filling me with contempt for the vile deck-loads of hay and lumber,\r\nwith which my river experience was familiar.\r\n\r\n_Will sail on Tuesday the 20th of May-and_ the newspaper bore date the\r\nfifth of the month! Fifteen whole days beforehand; think of that; what\r\nan important voyage it must be, that the time of sailing was fixed upon\r\nso long beforehand; the river sloops were not used to make such\r\nprospective announcements.\r\n\r\n_For freight or passage apply on board!_ Think of going on board a\r\ncoppered and copper-fastened brig, and taking passage for Bremen! And\r\nwho could be going to Bremen? No one but foreigners, doubtless; men of\r\ndark complexions and jet-black whiskers, who talked French.\r\n\r\n_Coenties Slip._ Plenty more brigs and any quantity of ships must be\r\nlying there. Coenties Slip must be somewhere near ranges of\r\ngrim-looking warehouses, with rusty iron doors and shutters, and tiled\r\nroofs; and old anchors and chain-cable piled on the walk. Old-fashioned\r\ncoffeehouses, also, much abound in that neighborhood, with sunburnt\r\nsea-captains going in and out, smoking cigars, and talking about\r\nHavanna, London, and Calcutta.\r\n\r\nAll these my imaginations were wonderfully assisted by certain shadowy\r\nreminiscences of wharves, and warehouses, and shipping, with which a\r\nresidence in a seaport during early childhood had supplied me.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJNGCKYBSPHFM2K2S5VD3","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1GP71YDJ60P8SRH97MF","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKRNK1ZNKV9ZG52Y4TM2S","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.028Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:23.740Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}