but think not that this famous town has only harpooneers, cannibals, and bumpkins to show her visitors. not at all. still new bedford is a queer place. had it not been for us whalemen, that tract of land would this day perhaps have been in as howling condition as the coast of labrador. as it is, parts of her back country are enough to frighten one, they look so bony. the town itself is perhaps the dearest place to live in, in all new england. it is a land of oil, true enough: but not like canaan; a land, also, of corn and wine. the streets do not run with milk; nor in the spring-time do they pave them with fresh eggs.