He now became the assailant. He rushed at them with his head and lower
jaw let drop, seemingly capable of devouring one of them entire. I
almost thought he would; but he was already fatigued with his wounds and
previous exertions. The line, too, of the mate's boat had many times
encircled his body. Suddenly it parts! The boat of the captain, after
he had darted his lance, was backed in time, and got clear from the
whale's attack, but the first mate was not so fortunate. The whale
seemed to have singled him out as the victim of his revenge. Having in
vain lashed at him with his flukes, he turned towards him with his head,
rushing on with terrific force. He caught the boat as she was
retreating, in an instant capsizing her, and sending all her crew
struggling in the waves. I thought he would immediately have destroyed
them; but he swam on, they happily escaping the blows of his flukes, and
went head out across the ocean, followed by the first boat and the two
others.
Were they going to allow our shipmates to perish unaided? I thought and
fully expected to hear the second mate order another boat to be lowered
to go to their assistance. But they did not require any. Two of the
men could not swim, but the others supported them till they got them up
to the boat, from which they had been a little way separated, and then
by pressing down the gunwale they quickly righted her. They then,
holding on on either side, baled away till they could get into her, and
still have her gunwale above water, when they very quickly freed her
altogether. Everything had been secured in the boat, so that nothing
was lost; and as soon as she was to right, off she started again in the
chase.
Away flew the captain's boat, dragged on by the line, at the rate, it
seemed, of full ten knots an hour. The other boats followed as fast as
their crews could lay their backs to the oars; but for a long time they
could gain nothing on him, but were fast falling astern. We had again
filled, and were standing on. At last he began to slacken his pace.
The loss of blood from his many wounds, and his evident exertions, were
rapidly weakening him. Still, so far-off had he gone, that the
captain's boat was scarce to be seen, and the others were mere specks on
the ocean.
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