There She Blows! Or, The Log of the ArethusaMacy, William Hussey
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There She Blows! Or, The Log of the Arethusa
Macy, William Hussey
Sea stories; Whaling -- Fiction
In this longitude we hauled on the southern tack, running near Lord
Howe's group and through the Solomon Archipelago. We took three small
whales so near to one of the former, that, when the third one turned
up, he was within less than a hundred yards of the reef, the savages
yelling at us from the shore. The ship was about a mile and a half
from us, with two whales fluked alongside, and carrying sail to hold
her position. As the old man dared not run off to take the third whale
alongside, he sent the other two boats to our assistance, with orders
to tow the whale on a wind. We set our sails and took the oars, and
accompanied by howling barbarians both on shore and in canoes, we towed
the whale about ten miles to the southward, until clear of the island
and adjacent reefs, so that the ship could come down to us without
danger. During the four or five hours that we were thus employed, those
in the canoes kept within a short distance outside of us, while their
comrades on the beach, women, children, and all, travelled along shore
abreast of us, an infernal serenade rising on both sides of us without
cessation. They would have attacked us if they had dared; but, though
of course constantly on our guard, we did not much fear them. They
mustered about fifty canoes, containing between two and three hundred
warriors, but dared not venture within reach of our whaling weapons.
They at one time seemed to be making preparations to give us a volley
of stones, at long shot, but the captain, seeing a suspicious movement
among them, fired the six-pounder, which was kept trained upon them
all the time, and sent a shot whizzing over their heads, which had
the effect of cooling their ardor. They were more wary after this,
and made no further hostile demonstrations, but escorted us the whole
distance, and lay on their paddles until the ship had approached quite
near us, evidently waiting in the hope that some accident or turn of
fortune would place us in their power. As a general rule, savages will
not make an attack, unless all the circumstances are overwhelmingly in
their favor. We saved our three whales, and made a safe offing with the
ship, before night, but the wild din of their voices seemed to ring in
my ears for a week afterwards. These people had the gristles of their
noses split, and many of them had inserted large ornaments (?) of
shell or bone, which hung down, so as in a great measure to hide their
mouths. They were a hideous looking race, and I confess to a decided
reluctance to becoming a subject of their tender mercies.
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