They were generally poverty-stricken; always plebeian and obscure; working with unsuccessful diligence at handicrafts; laboring on the wharves
, or following the sea, as sailors before the mast; living here and there about the town, in hired tenements, and coming finally to the almshouse as the natural home of their old age.
Such occasions might remind the elderly citizen of that period, before the last war with England, when Salem was a port by itself; not scorned, as she is now, by her own merchants and ship-owners, who permit her wharves
to crumble to ruin while their ventures go to swell, needlessly and imperceptibly, the mighty flood of commerce at New York or Boston.
There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves
as Indian isles by coral reefs--commerce surrounds it with her surf.
They wall up both banks with slanting solid stone masonry--so that from end to end of these rivers the banks look like the wharves
After tramping a mile they reached a wide vacancy on the deserted wharves
, and in this dark and rainy desert they parted.
From the wharves
I strolled around and over the town, gazing with won- der and admiration at the splendid churches, beauti- ful dwellings, and finely-cultivated gardens; evincing an amount of wealth, comfort, taste, and refinement, such as I had never seen in any part of slaveholding Maryland.
The Orfling met me here sometimes, to be told some astonishing fictions respecting the wharves
and the Tower; of which I can say no more than that I hope I believed them myself.
Two men were promenading up and down the wharves
, among the crowd of natives and strangers who were sojourning at this once straggling village-- now, thanks to the enterprise of M.
The merchants shut up their warehouses, and the laboring men stood idle about the wharves
, landing-places, dock-gates, waterside stairs, follow each other continuously right up to London Bridge, and the hum of men's work fills the river with a menacing, muttering note as of a breathless, ever-driving gale.
It looked hot and blank and sleepy, down to the shabby waterside where tattered darkies dangled their bare feet from the edge of rotting wharves
Upper Swandam Lane is a vile alley lurking behind the high wharves
which line the north side of the river to the east of London Bridge.