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Redburn: His First Voyage
Chapter 39. The Booble-Alleys Of The Town
Herman Melville
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       _ CHAPTER XXXIX. THE BOOBLE-ALLEYS OF THE TOWN
       The same sights that are to be met with along the dock walls at noon, in a less degree, though diversified with other scenes, are continually encountered in the narrow streets where the sailor boarding-houses are kept.
       In the evening, especially when the sailors are gathered in great numbers, these streets present a most singular spectacle, the entire population of the vicinity being seemingly turned into them. Hand- organs, fiddles, and cymbals, plied by strolling musicians, mix with the songs of the seamen, the babble of women and children, and the groaning and whining of beggars. From the various boarding-houses, each distinguished by gilded emblems outside--an anchor, a crown, a ship, a windlass, or a dolphin--proceeds the noise of revelry and dancing; and from the open casements lean young girls and old women, chattering and laughing with the crowds in the middle of the street. Every moment strange greetings are exchanged between old sailors who chance to stumble upon a shipmate, last seen in Calcutta or Savannah; and the invariable courtesy that takes place upon these occasions, is to go to the next spirit-vault, and drink each other's health.
       There are particular paupers who frequent particular sections of these streets, and who, I was told, resented the intrusion of mendicants from other parts of the town.
       Chief among them was a white-haired old man, stone-blind; who was led up and down through the long tumult by a woman holding a little saucer to receive contributions. This old man sang, or rather chanted, certain words in a peculiarly long-drawn, guttural manner, throwing back his head, and turning up his sightless eyeballs to the sky. His chant was a lamentation upon his infirmity; and at the time it produced the same effect upon me, that my first reading of Milton's Invocation to the Sun did, years afterward. I can not recall it all; but it was something like this, drawn out in an endless groan--
       "Here goes the blind old man; blind, blind, blind; no more will he see sun nor moon--no more see sun nor moon!" And thus would he pass through the middle of the street; the woman going on in advance, holding his hand, and dragging him through all obstructions; now and then leaving him standing, while she went among the crowd soliciting coppers.
       But one of the most curious features of the scene is the number of sailor ballad-singers, who, after singing their verses, hand you a printed copy, and beg you to buy. One of these persons, dressed like a man-of-war's-man, I observed every day standing at a corner in the middle of the street. He had a full, noble voice, like a church-organ; and his notes rose high above the surrounding din. But the remarkable thing about this ballad-singer was one of his arms, which, while singing, he somehow swung vertically round and round in the air, as if it revolved on a pivot. The feat was unnaturally unaccountable; and he performed it with the view of attracting sympathy; since he said that in falling from a frigate's mast-head to the deck, he had met with an injury, which had resulted in making his wonderful arm what it was.
       I made the acquaintance of this man, and found him no common character. He was full of marvelous adventures, and abounded in terrific stories of pirates and sea murders, and all sorts of nautical enormities. He was a monomaniac upon these subjects; he was a Newgate Calendar of the robberies and assassinations of the day, happening in the sailor quarters of the town; and most of his ballads were upon kindred subjects. He composed many of his own verses, and had them printed for sale on his own account. To show how expeditious he was at this business, it may be mentioned, that one evening on leaving the dock to go to supper, I perceived a crowd gathered about the Old Fort Tavern; and mingling with the rest, I learned that a woman of the town had just been killed at the bar by a drunken Spanish sailor from Cadiz. The murderer was carried off by the police before my eyes, and the very next morning the ballad-singer with the miraculous arm, was singing the tragedy in front of the boarding-houses, and handing round printed copies of the song, which, of course, were eagerly bought up by the seamen.
       This passing allusion to the murder will convey some idea of the events which take place in the lowest and most abandoned neighborhoods frequented by sailors in Liverpool. The pestilent lanes and alleys which, in their vocabulary, go by the names of Rotten-row, Gibraltar-place, and Booble-alley, are putrid with vice and crime; to which, perhaps, the round globe does not furnish a parallel. The sooty and begrimed bricks of the very houses have a reeking, Sodomlike, and murderous look; and well may the shroud of coal-smoke, which hangs over this part of the town, more than any other, attempt to hide the enormities here practiced. These are the haunts from which sailors sometimes disappear forever; or issue in the morning, robbed naked, from the broken doorways. These are the haunts in which cursing, gambling, pickpocketing, and common iniquities, are virtues too lofty for the infected gorgons and hydras to practice. Propriety forbids that I should enter into details; but kidnappers, burkers, and resurrectionists are almost saints and angels to them. They seem leagued together, a company of miscreant misanthropes, bent upon doing all the malice to mankind in their power. With sulphur and brimstone they ought to be burned out of their arches like vermin. _
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Chapter 1. How Wellingborough Redburn's Taste For The Sea...
Chapter 2. Redburn's Departure From Home
Chapter 3. He Arrives In Town
Chapter 4. How He Disposed Of His Fowling-Piece
Chapter 5. He Purchases His Sea-Wardrobe...
Chapter 6. He Is Initiated In The Business Of...
Chapter 7. He Gets To Sea And Feels Very Bad
Chapter 8. He Is Put Into The Larboard Watch; Gets Sea-Sick; And Relates Some Other Of His Experiences
Chapter 9. The Sailors Becoming A Little Social...
Chapter 10. He Is Very Much Frightened; The Sailors Abuse Him...
Chapter 11. He Helps Wash The Decks, And Then Goes To Breakfast
Chapter 12. He Gives Some Account Of One Of His...
Chapter 13. He Has A Fine Day At Sea, Begins...
Chapter 14. He Contemplates Making A Social Call On The Captain...
Chapter 15. The Melancholy State Of His Wardrobe
Chapter 16. At Dead Of Night He Is Sent Up To Loose...
Chapter 17. The Cook And Steward
Chapter 18. He Endeavors To Improve His Mind...
Chapter 19. A Narrow Escape
Chapter 20. In A Fog He Is Set To Work As A Bell-Toller...
Chapter 21. A Whaleman And A Man-Of-War's-Man
Chapter 22. The Highlander Passes A Wreck
Chapter 23. An Unaccountable Cabin-Passenger...
Chapter 24. He Begins To Hop About In The Rigging...
Chapter 25. Quarter-Deck Furniture
Chapter 26. A Sailor A Jack Of All Trades
Chapter 27. He Gets A Peep At Ireland, And At Last Arrives At Liverpool
Chapter 28. He Goes To Supper At The Sign Of The Baltimore Clipper
Chapter 29. Redburn Deferentially Discourses...
Chapter 30. Redburn Grows Intolerably Flat And Stupid...
Chapter 31. With His Prosy Old Guide-Book...
Chapter 32. The Docks
Chapter 33. The Salt-Droghers, And German Emigrant Ships
Chapter 34. The Irrawaddy
Chapter 35. Galliots, Coast-Of-Guinea-Man, And Floating Chapel
Chapter 36. The Old Church Of St. Nicholas, And The Dead-House
Chapter 37. What Redburn Saw In Launcelott's-Hey
Chapter 38. The Dock-Wall Beggars
Chapter 39. The Booble-Alleys Of The Town
Chapter 40. Placards, Brass-Jewelers, Truck-Horses, And Steamers
Chapter 41. Redburn Roves About Hither And Thither
Chapter 42. His Adventure With The Cross Old Gentleman
Chapter 43. He Takes A Delightful Ramble Into The Country...
Chapter 44. Redburn Introduces Master Harry Bolton...
Chapter 45. Harry Bolton Kidnaps Redburn, And Carries Him Off To London
Chapter 46. A Mysterious Night In London
Chapter 47. Homeward Bound
Chapter 48. A Living Corpse
Chapter 49. Carlo
Chapter 50. Harry Bolton At Sea
Chapter 51. The Emigrants
Chapter 52. The Emigrants' Kitchen
Chapter 53. The Horatii And Curiatii
Chapter 54. Some Superior Old Nail-Rod And Pig-Tail
Chapter 55. Drawing Nigh To The Last Scene In Jackson's Career
Chapter 56. Under The Lee Of The Long-Boat, Redburn And Harry Hold...
Chapter 57. Almost A Famine
Chapter 58. Though The Highlander Puts Into No Harbor As Yet...
Chapter 59. The Last End Of Jackson
Chapter 60. Home At Last
Chapter 61. Redburn And Habby, Arm In Arm, In Harbor
Chapter 62. The Last That Was Ever Heard Of Harry Bolton