"freely depicted in his own vocation, gentlemen, the canaller would make a fine dramatic hero, so abundantly and picturesquely wicked is he. like mark antony, for days and days along his green-turfed, flowery nile, he indolently floats, openly toying with his red-cheeked cleopatra, ripening his apricot thigh upon the sunny deck. but ashore, all this effeminacy is dashed. the brigandish guise which the canaller so proudly sports; his slouched and gaily-ribboned hat betoken his grand features. a terror to the smiling innocence of the villages through which he floats; his swart visage and bold swagger are not unshunned in cities. once a vagabond on his own canal, i have received good turns from one of these canallers; i thank him heartily; would fain be not ungrateful; but it is often one of the prime redeeming qualities of your man of violence, that at times he has as stiff an arm to back a poor stranger in a strait, as to plunder a wealthy one. in sum, gentlemen, what the wildness of this canal life is, is emphatically evinced by this; that our wild whale-fishery contains so many of its most finished graduates, and that scarce any race of mankind, except sydney men, are so much distrusted by our whaling captains. nor does it at all diminish the curiousness of this matter, that to many thousands of our rural boys and young men born along its line, the probationary life of the grand canal furnishes the sole transition between quietly reaping in a christian corn-field, and recklessly ploughing the waters of the most barbaric seas.