"on the eastern shore of our lake erie, don; but—i crave your courtesy—may be, you shall soon hear further of all that. now, gentlemen, in square-sail brigs and three-masted ships, well-nigh as large and stout as any that ever sailed out of your old callao to far manilla; this lakeman, in the land-locked heart of our america, had yet been nurtured by all those agrarian freebooting impressions popularly connected with the open ocean. for in their interflowing aggregate, those grand fresh-water seas of ours,—erie, and ontario, and huron, and superior, and michigan,—possess an ocean-like expansiveness, with many of the ocean’s noblest traits; with many of its rimmed varieties of races and of climes. they contain round archipelagoes of romantic isles, even as the polynesian waters do; in large part, are shored by two great contrasting nations, as the atlantic is; they furnish long maritime approaches to our numerous territorial colonies from the east, dotted all round their banks; here and there are frowned upon by batteries, and by the goat-like craggy guns of lofty mackinaw; they have heard the fleet thunderings of naval victories; at intervals, they yield their beaches to wild barbarians, whose red painted faces flash from out their peltry wigwams; for leagues and leagues are flanked by ancient and unentered forests, where the gaunt pines stand like serried lines of kings in gothic genealogies; those same woods harboring wild afric beasts of prey, and silken creatures whose exported furs give robes to tartar emperors; they mirror the paved capitals of buffalo and cleveland, as well as winnebago villages; they float alike the full-rigged merchant ship, the armed cruiser of the state, the steamer, and the beech canoe; they are swept by borean and dismasting blasts as direful as any that lash the salted wave; they know what shipwrecks are, for out of sight of land, however inland, they have drowned full many a midnight ship with all its shrieking crew. thus, gentlemen, though an inlander, steelkilt was wild-ocean born, and wild-ocean nurtured; as much of an audacious mariner as any. and for radney, though in his infancy he may have laid him down on the lone nantucket beach, to nurse at his maternal sea; though in after life he had long followed our austere atlantic and your contemplative pacific; yet was he quite as vengeful and full of social quarrel as the backwoods seaman, fresh from the latitudes of buck-horn handled bowie-knives. yet was this nantucketer a man with some good-hearted traits; and this lakeman, a mariner, who though a sort of devil indeed, might yet by inflexible firmness, only tempered by that common decency of human recognition which is the meanest slave’s right; thus treated, this steelkilt had long been retained harmless and docile. at all events, he had proved so thus far; but radney was doomed and made mad, and steelkilt—but, gentlemen, you shall hear.