We had driven a feeble stake into the sand.

The jealous Atlantic, in conspiracy with the Sunday law, had torn it out.

We must seek our luck elsewhere.
In Polotzk we had supposed that "America" was practically synonymous with "Boston." When we landed in Boston, the horizon was pushed back, and we annexed Crescent Beach.

And now, espying other lands of promise, we took possession of the province of Chelsea, in the name of our necessity.
In Chelsea, as in Boston, we made our stand in the wrong end of the town.

Arlington Street was inhabited by poor Jews, poor Negroes, and a sprinkling of poor Irish.