Whale hunting with gun and camera: A naturalist's account of the modern shore-whaling industry, of whales and their habits, and of hunting experiences in various parts of the worldAndrews, Roy Chapman
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Whale hunting with gun and camera: A naturalist's account of the modern shore-whaling industry, of whales and their habits, and of hunting experiences in various parts of the world
Andrews, Roy Chapman
Whales; Whaling
The two men in the other boat had been watching from near the shore and
when they saw that the whale was dead paddled out to help us tow it
around the headland into the harbor near the yawl. We beached it in a
sandy cove where the gray rock wall rose in a jagged mass, making a
perfect background for the white body, its purity intensified by the
bright red streaks of blood which dripped from the bullet holes. There
was something almost uncanny about the picture, the beautiful,
ghost-like animal, a very Spirit of the North, seeming strangely out of
place away from its ice-bound home.
Its body was unmarked by the slightest tinge of color except at the
outer margin of the tail which was bordered with grayish-brown. Also the
short broad fins or flippers, strongly upcurved at their ends, were
edged with brown, becoming darker at the tips. The small head, which,
unlike most cetaceans, joined the body by a distinct neck, ended in a
short stubby snout, or “lip,” and seemed remarkably out of proportion to
the animal’s size. Each jaw was armed with nine, rather weak,
cylindrical teeth, the well-worn tips showing that our specimen was
fully adult, although not old.
[Illustration:
“We beached it in a sandy cove, where the gray rock wall rose in a
jagged mass, making a perfect background for the white body, its
purity intensified by the bright red streaks of blood which dripped
from the bullet holes.”
]
Because the vertebræ of the neck are not joined together as in other
porpoises, the white whale and narwhal are placed in a separate
division, or subfamily of the group; their relationship is also shown in
other ways, one of which is the absence in both of a dorsal fin.
While I measured and photographed the porpoise I had killed, the other
men climbed the rocks to see if they could discover where the school had
gone. In about an hour they hurried back to the cove and reported that
the whales were near the upper end of the island following a tide rip
which swung in close to shore. The wind, however, had begun to freshen
and blew a perfect gale directly toward the island.
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