Lippincott's Magazine Of Popular Literature And Science, Old Series, Vol. 36—New Series, Vol. 10, July 1885Various
Science
Lippincott's Magazine Of Popular Literature And Science, Old Series, Vol. 36—New Series, Vol. 10, July 1885
Various
Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- Periodicals
"They ain't vicious like," continued the skipper, "but clumsy, and if yaou
git in the way ye're bound to git hurted. Round the bend at Bic Island one
came ashore one time and got left every tide, so she was aout of water an
hour or so every day. Heaps of city folks went to see her, and one chap
came along and let on haow she couldn't be alive aout of water, and poked
her like with a stick. Wall, it ain't for me to say haow many feet she
knocked him, but when she fetched him with her flukes it was a Tuesday,
and I guess he thought he'd reached the turnin'-p'int of Friday when he
hauled himself aout of the mud.
"No, they won't exactly live aout of water, but they'll stand it a like of
three weeks if yaou splash 'em every hour or so. They sent one to England
that way. They ain't fish. Whales' milk's good, if cream is.
"But the best bit of whalin'," continued the communicative Captain Sol,
"that I ever see in these 'ere parts was done by that identical old chap
in the starn there."
"When Sol ain't talkin', gentlemen," retorted the person thus alluded to,
"ye'll know he's sick,"
"Wall," said Captain Sol, laughing, "I'll spin the yarn, and yaou kin go
back on it if yaou kin. As I was sayin', we was aout one day I think a
couple o' miles below Barnaby Island. I was a-mummin' for'ard, kinder
sleep-in' on and by, and Sam at the helm, when we see a bot a-slidin' into
the ripple right ahead of us, and in a minute a couple of white heads was
dodgin' up a little to the wind'ard. Sam trimmed the sheet and hauled the
Howlin' Mary--that's what we called the bot---on the wind, and the other
bot did the same, both of us makin' for the same spot. I see it was nip
and tuck; and, knowin' that Sam was a master-hand, I says. ' Sam, yaou
take the iron.' So we shifted.
"The other bot had a trifle the weather-gage of us, but both of us, mind
ye, makin' for where we thought the critter was comin' up to blow, and in
a minute, sure enough, up it come. This 'ere other bot shot right across
aour bows; but, Lord bless ye, it would take a proper good Injun to beat
Sam, for he up, hauls back, and let fly the harpoon clean over the other
hot, takin' the critter right alongside the blow-hole so neat that the
line fell across the other bot.--Naow, deny it if yaou kin," said Captain
Sol, turning to his friend.
"Ye're a master-hand at talkin'," retorted Captain Sam. "I ain't denyin'
of it; but it was luck, good luck, that's all."
By this time the white whale had succumbed, and lay upon the surface
motionless and dead; and upon the boat being hauled alongside the huge
creature was taken in tow and soon stranded upon the beach, where the
valuable parts were secured,--the liver and blubber for the oil, and the
thick, white skin that was to be tanned and made into leather or used in
the manufacture of various articles.
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