WHALERS AND WHALING. 



Down at the wharves of New Bedford, Massachusetts, there is 

 a collection of the queerest looking old ships, which instantly attract 

 your notice. So quaint, and so entirely unlike any craft one sees 

 afloat nowadays, that you know in a minute they must be the old 

 Whalers that used to make such perilous voyages, and have such 

 thrilling adventures fifty years ago. 



There they lie, — these old heroes, — huddled together in a group, 

 as though to keep each other company and talk over the days of 

 their youth, when they were the pride and glory of New Bedford, 

 and famous ail over the world. Impudent modern steamboats and 



