My name is Arthur Gordon Pym. My father was a respectable trader in sea-storesat Nantucket, where I was born. My maternal grandfather was an attorney in goodpractice. He was fortunate in every thing, and had speculated very successfully instocks of the Edgarton New Bank, as it was formerly called. By these and othermeans he had managed to lay by a tolerable sum of money. He was more attachedto myself, I believe, than to any other person in the world, and I expected to inheritthe most of his property at his death. He sent me, at six years of age, to the schoolof old Mr. Ricketts, a gentleman with only one arm and of eccentric manners-he iswell known to almost every person who has visited New Bedford. I stayed at hisschool until I was sixteen, when I left him for Mr. E. Ronald's academy on the hill.Here I became intimate with the son of Mr. Barnard, a sea-captain, who generallysailed in the employ of Lloyd and Vredenburgh-Mr. Barnard is also very wellknown in New Bedford, and has many relations, I am certain, in Edgarton. His sonwas named Augustus, and he was nearly two years older than myself. He had beenon a whaling voyage with his father in the John Donaldson, and was always talkingto me of his adventures in the South Pacific Ocean.