The Whales, which have not the fixed abode of the amphibii, yet cross
the Ocean in couples. Duhamel and Lacepede say, that in 1723, two
Whales being attacked kept firmly side by side. One of them being
killed, the other, with terrible moanings of mingled despair and
grief, of sympathy and rage, threw itself upon the dead body of its
mate and died, rather than retreat. If there was in the world one
being which, even more than any other ought to have been spared, it
was the free Whale, that admirable creature so abounding in value;
that most inoffensive of all the creatures of the Ocean whose very
food is different from that of man. Excepting its terribly strong
tail, this creature has not even a weapon of defence. And, then, the
poor thing has such a host of enemies! Every one and everything seems
to be hostile to it. Its parasites establish themselves, not only on,
but in its vast gnawing, even its very tongue. The Narvel, with its
terrible tusks pierces it, the Dolphins gnaw it, and the bold, ever
hungry, swiftly swimming, Shark tears huge bleeding morsels from it.
And, then, there are two blinded and ferocious foes that, in most
dastardly fashion, thin that inoffensive race even anticipatively;
killing the pregnant mother. First, there is the horrible Cachalot,
whose head makes a full third of its entire frame. This horrid
creature, with its crushing jaws, armed with forty-eight teeth,
literally eats the unborn young one. Man, still more cruel, causes the
poor creature a more prolonged suffering. The cruel harpoon, plunged
again and again into that quivering and sensitive body inflicts
suffering, such as we cannot even think of, without blushing for that
human nature of which we so often and so unblushingly boast.
Dying slowly, and in the long agony of many wounds, and of many
convulsions, she writhes, shudders, lashes the sea into a mad foam
with her terrible tail, and, even as she dies, feels about with her
poor hand-fins, as though striving once more to embrace and caress her
little one. Something dreadfully human, as it seems to me, is that
death scene of the poor Whale!
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