"Well, we had waited about half an hour, when we saw a whiff at the
masthead of the ship; we knew that it was to direct our attention to
some other point, so we looked round the horizon, and perceived that
there was a `school' of young bulls, about three miles from us. We were
four boats in all; and the first mate desired my boat and another to go
in chase of them, while he remained with the other two, for this old
whale to come up again. Well, off we went, and soon came up with the
school: they are the most awkward part of whale fishing; for they are
savage, and, moreover, easily `gallied,' that is, frightened. I picked
out one, and tried to come up with him, but he was very shy, and at last
he raised his head clean out of the water, and set off at the rate of
ten miles an hour; this showed that he was aware of danger. I had just
thought of giving him up, and trying for another, when he suddenly
turned round, and came right towards the boats. That we knew meant
mischief; but, in coming towards us, he passed close to the other boat,
and the steersman gave him the harpoon right well into him. This made
him more savage, and he stood right for my boat, ploughing up the sea as
he rushed on. I was all ready in the bow with the harpoon, and the men
were all ready with their oars to pull back, so as to keep clear of him.
On he came, and when his snout was within six feet of us, we pulled
sharp across him; and as we went from him, I gave him the harpoon deep
into the fin. `Starn all!' was the cry as usual, that we might be clear
of him. He `sounded' immediately, that is, down he went, head-foremost,
which was what we were afraid of, for you see we had only two hundred
fathoms of line in each boat; and having both harpoons in him, we could
not bend one to the other, in case he `sounded' deep, for sometimes they
will go down right perpendicular, and take four lines, or eight hundred
fathoms, with them; so we expected that we should this time lose the
whale as well as our lines, for when they were run out, we must either
cut or go down with him. Well, the lines ran out so swift, that we
poured water on them that they might not fire--and we thought that it
was all over, for the lines were two-thirds out, and he was going down
as fast as ever, when all of a sudden he stopped. We were hauling in
the slack lines, when we saw him rise again, about a quarter of a mile
off. It was a hurrah, for we now thought that we had him. Off he set
with his nose up, right in the wind's eye, towing the two boats at the
rate of twelve miles an hour; our stems cleaving through the sea, and
throwing off the water like a plume of feathers on each side of the
bows, while the sun's rays pierced through the spray and formed bright
rainbows. We hoped soon to tire him, and to be able to haul in upon our
lines, so as to get near enough to give him our lances; but that was
only hope, as you'll hear. Of a sudden, he stopped, turned round, and
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