Pittsfield is a curious city, midway between Springfield and Albany, four hours by bus from New York or Boston, and located inland, 260 km from the coast, in the Berkshires, Massachusetts area beautiful. A city, or rather a center, where two or three large avenues around which stretch homes meet. But the house which Melville made the acquisition in October 1850 – a built farm late eighteenth he called Arrowhead after finding a top Indian arrow Mohican – is several kilometers. He then settled there with his family, happy to be in a region he knew to have been as a child in the house of his uncle. It was at Arrowhead he wrote Moby Dick watching from his window, the two rounded Mount Greylock, the highest of Massachusetts, which evoke his physiognomy of a whale.