Provincetown's Whaling History
Provincetown is not among the places most closely associated with the
New England whaling trade. Melville chronicled New Bedford and
Nantucket famously and with pinpoint accuracy in that book about
The Whale. Many towns on the cape, including Falmouth, are still replete with the beautifully maintained
homes of former whaling captains, but Provincetown is generally more closely
associated with authors and artists and gay activists. One is more apt
to picture windblown cottages in the sand, than blubber and whale oil, but
Provincetown has a deep and important whaling history that began earlier than
New Bedford and lasted longer than Nantucket.
Indian Summer
One weekend in the late fall we left our home in Falmouth and took a trip out to Provincetown1 at the far northeastern end of
Cape Cod. The Cape has roughly the same shape as
your arm. If you hold your elbow out horizontally and point your fingers at the
ceiling, Provincetown would be one of your fingertips, and Falmouth would be
that little flabby wattle on the bottom of your arm, right before it becomes
armpit. Oddly enough, the Falmouth area is called the "Upper
Cape," and the area around Ptown is referred to as the "Lower
Cape." This crucial knowledge along with the correct pronunciation
of the word Quahog ('KO hawg', a large and yummy clam) will help you pass
muster amongst the locals.
In the late fall, Provincetown, like most of the cape is pretty much played
out after the long and busy and crowded summer. We expected to find the
town half empty, and didn't even bother to phone for reservations since it's fun
to visit the quirky little bungalow hotels out there anyway. The fall
weather was magnificent, as it often is. Indian summer, with its warm
mellow days and cool nights that hint at winter, is the most pleasant time of
the year on the Cape as far as I'm concerned. The crowds are mostly gone,
the water is still warm and the place is at it's best.
The long sandy arc of Cape Cod Bay faces north and is bounded by
Provincetown to the Northeast. Provincetown's protected harbor made it a
natural for any nautical activity from the arrival of the Pilgrims in
1620. Cape Cod Bay was also a natural breeding grounds for many species
of whales and the first whaling activities around Provincetown are
believed to have been by the local Indians who made good use of the occasional
whale that lost it way and ended up stranded2 on the
beach. The early English settlers were quick to understand the
commercial value of this bounty and commercial whaling activities began
before the American Revolution. Indeed, in 1690, one Ichabod Paddock of
Yarmouth ventured out to Nantucket Island with the purpose of instructing
the islanders there on the art of killing whales. A newspaper from the early
1700's references a dozen whaling ships with Provincetown as their home port,
and by 1776, there were over 40 vessels registered as whaling ships, in
Barnstable County, most of them from Provincetown. By the time the
American Civil War began, this number had grown to over 60.
The abundance of whales made for a lucrative business and the whale trade
boomed, for Provincetown as well as the more famous whaling ports. The whaling
grounds for the Provincetown whalers comprised the area eastward past the Azores
to Africa, then south along the African coast before turning west to Cape Hatteras,
off the coast of North Carolina, and northward to their home port. This
route made for convenient recruitment of sailors from the Azores and Cape
Verde Islands, and substantial populations of both ancestries continue to
populate Cape Cod today.
Pesto al fredo with mesclun mix green salad and free range bee pollen
dressing
Modern Ptown is a mix of narrow streets and tiny eclectic shops. It also
has the reputation of being a gay mecca, and as we began our search for a
place to stay we saw several natty male couples browsing the store windows
with everyone else. Mostly though, the crowd on this early weekday consists of
touristy looking retirees and families like us, getting in a visit after the
summer rates have ratcheted back down to earth.
We scored a sweet and funky little rental for the night from two very nice,
very gay boys who were grinning like they have the best job in the world.
Bungalow 9 is just up the street from the Pilgrim National Monument, a
spindly stone tower rising from the town’s only hill. Pop quiz, where did the
Pilgrims make their first landing? Yep, right down the street at First
Landing Beach, after a frustrating wrong turn that almost blew their whole
adventure in the shoal waters further to the south. The Pilgrims quickly and
correctly ascertained that Ptown couldn't sustain life — this was before the
days of trendy little restaurants touting pesto al fredo with mesclun mix green
salad and free range bee pollen dressing — so after a little R & R, they made
a dash across Cape Cod Bay and stepped ashore on a more permanent basis in
Plymouth.
Last year we visited the site of their landing in Plymouth and were dismayed
to find the famous Plymouth Rock is about the size of a regulation basketball. It is
housed beneath a formidable stone cupola and sports a brass plaque that is
larger than the rock itself. The precious national icon in question was promptly
dubbed the Plymouth Pebble by my sacrilegious kids and I was forced to admit that the whole
affair was a dubious success at best.
At least the Pilgrim's Landing monument is of suitable stature so as to not
disappoint a small boy. My son has made up his mind that he and I will climb to
the top and watch the sunrise. To be honest, neither the climb, nor the sunrise
holds as much appeal to me as this sunny afternoon and this glass of splendid french
wine, but if you're gonna be a Dad, ya might as well be a good Dad...
In a convention that survives to the present day, whalemen were paid in
"shares" of the catch, with the Captain commonly receiving a 1/8 to
1/15 share in the total value of the catch, the first mate receiving 1/18
share all the way down to a new and inexperienced "greenback," seaman who might receive a
1/175th of the profit from their efforts. Cruises typically lasted two
years and net of expenses, a first time sailor might end up with a total of
$100 in his pockets and a lifetime of good stories.
Whaling ships from Provincetown produced their fair share of memorable
stories over the years as you might expect. In 1850, Captain E. Parker
Cook recapitulated Ahab's legendary encounter when he harpooned a huge sperm
whale only to have it turn and attack his ship, damaging it so seriously that
he was forced to abandon his cruise and limp into the Azores port of Fayal for
repairs. The resolute captain was pleased to report however that he had killed
the whale before heading in for repairs and had extracted 100 barrels of oil,
thus salvaging the cruise.
The archetypal Provincetown whaler is probably Captain John Atkins
Cook,
who began his whaling career as a harpooner aboard the William Martin
in 1879, and succeeded during the course of his 40 years in the whaling trade
to command his own ships and expand the boundaries of Provincetown whaling all
the way north to that arctic. In a show of almost unimaginable tenacity,
Captain Cook's ships would winter over in the frozen waters of the Beaufort
Sea, so as to be ideally positioned for the thaw and whale hunt in July and
August. One of his many cruises lasted over four years and resulted in a
meager catch, the mutiny of his crew, and an attack of severe depression by
his wife, Viola, who, like many whaling captain's wives, accompanied him
to sea. Despite these setbacks, Cook gamely put into Maine, had a new ship
built and sailed out to do it all again. Like many whalers, John Cook
turned his back on the sea when he eventually retired to become an orange
grower in Florida. History doesn't record what his wife thought about
this development, but one can only believe that she welcomed the change.
My posse returned from their explorations with stories and treasures to
share. My son invested some of his hard-won allowance in an hourglass (the
little one-minute version), and we were all impressed to learn that it was
accurate down to the second. My daughter's shopping skills are developing as
rapidly as a greenback harpooner's and, after careful deliberation, she opted to
add two new ceramic kittens to her "Cats of the World" collection. My
wife, who, for the record, wasn't depressed at all, grilled the hapless clerk at
the whale-watching boat trip counter and ascertained that it was too early in
the season to waste our time with. She also reported that she’d had a hard
time dissuading our children from exploring the gay-sex paraphernalia shop they’d
found. Apparently the name "BoyToys" piqued their interest and she had
to do some fast talking to steer clear.
We took a long walk on Town Beach, played on the remnants of McMillan Wharf
and finally had dinner at a restaurant on the pier. The tourist season officially ends on Labor Day, but the summer prices were still firmly in
place, $40 for a couple of drinks and burgers for the crew!
The whaling industry in Provincetown persisted long after Nantucket and
New
Bedford gave up the ghost. In 1925, it is reported that the
schooner John R. Manta returned to Provincetown harbor with 300 barrels
of oil. She was the last vessel in New England to complete a whaling
voyage.
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1 Provincetown Information: http://www.provincetown.com/
2 Whale strandings: http://www.provincetown.com/plan/about_town/history/?
3 Provincetown History: http://www.provincetowncapecod.com/history.htm
4 The New Bedford Whaling Museum: http://whalingmuseum.org/
5 Ptown Whaling Article: http://www.provincetownbanner.com/history/8/1/2002/1
Additional background, Cape Cod Companion, by Sheedy & Coogan,
Harvest Home Books, 1999
This is dedicated to WolfDaddy cause I bet he'd like
Ptown...