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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
.
"
Ah
!
that
will
do
,
Drowne
,
that
will
do
!
"
cried
the
jolly
captain
,
tapping
the
log
with
his
rattan
.
"
I
bespeak
this
very
piece
of
oak
for
the
figure
-
head
of
the
Cynosure
.
She
has
shown
herself
the
sweetest
craft
that
ever
floated
,
and
I
mean
to
decorate
her
prow
with
the
handsomest
image
that
the
skill
of
man
can
cut
out
of
timber
.
And
,
Drowne
,
you
are
the
fellow
to
execute
it
.
"
"
You
give
me
more
credit
than
I
deserve
,
Captain
Hunnewell
,
"
said
the
carver
,
modestly
,
yet
as
one
conscious
of
eminence
in
his
art
.
"
But
,
for
the
sake
of
the
good
brig
,
I
stand
ready
to
do
my
best
.
And
which
of
these
designs
do
you
prefer
?
Here
,
"
—
pointing
to
a
staring
,
half
-
length
figure
,
in
a
white
wig
and
scarlet
coat
,
—
"
here
is
an
excellent
model
,
the
likeness
of
our
gracious
king
.
Here
is
the
valiant
Admiral
Vernon
.
Or
,
if
you
prefer
a
female
figure
,
what
say
you
to
Britannia
with
the
trident
?
"
"
All
very
fine
,
Drowne
;
all
very
fine
,
"
answered
the
mariner
.
"
But
as
nothing
like
the
brig
ever
swam
the
ocean
,
so
I
am
determined
she
shall
have
such
a
figure
-
head
as
old
Neptune
never
saw
in
his
life
.
And
what
is
more
,
as
there
is
a
secret
in
the
matter
,
you
must
pledge
your
credit
not
to
betray
it
.
"
"
Certainly
,
"
said
Drowne
,
marvelling
,
however
,
what
possible
mystery
there
could
be
in
reference
to
an
affair
so
open
,
of
necessity
,
to
the
inspection
of
all
the
world
as
the
figure
-
head
of
a
vessel
.
"
You
may
depend
,
captain
,
on
my
being
as
secret
as
the
nature
of
the
case
will
permit
.
"
Captain
Hunnewell
then
took
Drowne
by
the
button
,
and
communicated
his
wishes
in
so
low
a
tone
that
it
would
be
unmannerly
to
repeat
what
was
evidently
intended
for
the
carver
’
s
private
ear
.
We
shall
,
therefore
,
take
the
opportunity
to
give
the
reader
a
few
desirable
particulars
about
Drowne
himself
.
He
was
the
first
American
who
is
known
to
have
attempted
—
in
a
very
humble
line
,
it
is
true
—
that
art
in
which
we
can
now
reckon
so
many
names
already
distinguished
,
or
rising
to
distinction
.
From
his
earliest
boyhood
he
had
exhibited
a
knack
—
for
it
would
be
too
proud
a
word
to
call
it
genius
—
a
knack
,
therefore
,
for
the
imitation
of
the
human
figure
in
whatever
material
came
most
readily
to
hand
.
The
snows
of
a
New
England
winter
had
often
supplied
him
with
a
species
of
marble
as
dazzingly
white
,
at
least
,
as
the
Parian
or
the
Carrara
,
and
if
less
durable
,
yet
sufficiently
so
to
correspond
with
any
claims
to
permanent
existence
possessed
by
the
boy
’
s
frozen
statues
.
Yet
they
won
admiration
from
maturer
judges
than
his
school
-
fellows
,
and
were
indeed
,
remarkably
clever
,
though
destitute
of
the
native
warmth
that
might
have
made
the
snow
melt
beneath
his
hand
.
As
he
advanced
in
life
,
the
young
man
adopted
pine
and
oak
as
eligible
materials
for
the
display
of
his
skill
,
which
now
began
to
bring
him
a
return
of
solid
silver
as
well
as
the
empty
praise
that
had
been
an
apt
reward
enough
for
his
productions
of
evanescent
snow
.
He
became
noted
for
carving
ornamental
pump
heads
,
and
wooden
urns
for
gate
posts
,
and
decorations
,
more
grotesque
than
fanciful
,
for
mantelpieces
.
No
apothecary
would
have
deemed
himself
in
the
way
of
obtaining
custom
without
setting
up
a
gilded
mortar
,
if
not
a
head
of
Galen
or
Hippocrates
,
from
the
skilful
hand
of
Drowne
.
But
the
great
scope
of
his
business
lay
in
the
manufacture
of
figure
-
heads
for
vessels
.
Whether
it
were
the
monarch
himself
,
or
some
famous
British
admiral
or
general
,
or
the
governor
of
the
province
,
or
perchance
the
favorite
daughter
of
the
ship
-
owner
,
there
the
image
stood
above
the
prow
,
decked
out
in
gorgeous
colors
,
magnificently
gilded
,
and
staring
the
whole
world
out
of
countenance
,
as
if
from
an
innate
consciousness
of
its
own
superiority
.
These
specimens
of
native
sculpture
had
crossed
the
sea
in
all
directions
,
and
been
not
ignobly
noticed
among
the
crowded
shipping
of
the
Thames
and
wherever
else
the
hardy
mariners
of
New
England
had
pushed
their
adventures
.
