ONE SUNSHINY morning, in the good old times of the town of Boston, a young
carver in wood, well known by the name of Drowne, stood contemplating a large
oaken log, which it was his purpose to convert into the figure-head of a vessel.
And while he discussed within his own mind what sort of shape or similitude
it were well to bestow upon this excellent piece of timber, there came into
Drowne's workshop a certain Captain Hunnewell, owner and commander of the
good brig called the Cynosure, which had just returned from her first voyage
to Fayal.