1. In Trouble to Begin With There are a few things in this world that have filled me with so much astonishment as the fact that man can kill a whale, that a fish more than sixty feet long and thirty feet round the body, with the bulk of three hundred fat oxen rolled into one, with the strength of many hundreds of horses able to swim at a rate that would carry it right round the world in twenty-three days, that can smash a boat to Adams with one slap of its tail and stave in the planks of a ship with one blow of its thick skull, that such a monster can be caught and killed by man is most wonderful to hear of, but I can tell from experience that it is much more wonderful to see. There is a wise saying which I have often thought much upon. It is this. Knowledge is power. Man is but a feeble creature, and if he had to depend on his own bodily strength alone he could make no head against even the ordinary brutes in this world. But the knowledge which has been given to him by his maker, his clothed man with great power, so that he is more than a match for the fiercest beast in the forest or the largest fish in the sea. Yet with all his knowledge, with all his experience and all his power, the killing of a great old sperm whale costs man a long tough battle. Sometimes it even costs him his life. It is a long time now since I took to fighting the whales. I have been at it man and boy for nine forty years, and many a wonderful sight of I seen, many a desperate battle of I fought in the fisheries of the North and South Seas. Sometimes when I sit in the chimney corner of a winter evening smoking my pipe with my old messmate Tom Locans, I stare into the fire and think of the days gone by, till I forget where I am and go on thinking so hard that the flames seem to turn into melding fires, and the bars of the grate into dead fish, and the smoke into sails and rigging, and I go to work petting up the blubber and stirring the oil pots, or pulling the bow oar, and driving the harpoon at such a rate that I can't help giving a shout which causes Tom to start and cry, Hello, Bob? My name is Bob Lubbury, you see. Hello, Bob? What's the matter? To which I reply, Tom, can it all be true? Can what be true, says he with a stare of surprise, for Tom is getting into his dotage now? And then I chuckle and tell him I was only thinking of old times, and so he falls to smoking again and I to staring at the fire and thinking as hard as ever. The way in which I was first led to go after the Wales was curious. This is how it happened. About forty years ago, when I was a boy of nearly fifteen years of age, I lived with my mother in one of the seaport towns of England. There was great distress in the town at that time, and many of the hands were out of work. My employer, a blacksmith, had just died, and for more than six weeks I had not been able to get employment or to earn a farthing. This caused me great distress, for my father had died without leaving a penny in the world, and my mother depended on me entirely. The money I had saved out of my wages was soon spent, and one morning when I sat down to breakfast, my mother looked across the table and said in a thoughtful voice, Robert, dear, this meal has cost us our last half-penny. My mother was old and frail, and her voice very gentle. She was the most trustful, uncomplaining woman I ever knew. I looked up quickly into her face as she spoke. All the money gone, mother? I? All. It will be hard for you to go without your dinner, Robert, dear.  Then a lump rose in my throat and almost choked me. I could not utter another word. It was with difficulty I managed to eat the little food that was before me. After breakfast I rose hastily and rushed out of the house, determined that I would get my mother her dinner, even if I should have to beg for it. But I must confess that a sick feeling came over me when I thought of begging. Hurrying along the crowded streets without knowing very well what I meant to do, I came at last to an abrupt halt at the end of the pier. Here I went up to several people and offered my services in a wild sort of way. They must have thought that I was drunk for nearly all of them said gruffly that they did not want me. Dinner time drew near, but no one had given me a job, and no wonder for the way in which I tried to get one was not likely to be successful. At last I resolved to beg.  He carried a cane with a large gold knob on the top of it. That gave me hope, for of course, thought I, he must be rich. His nose, which was exactly the color and shape of the gold knob on his cane, was stuck in the center of a round, good natured countenance, the mouth of which was large and firm, the eyes bright and blue. He frowned as I went forward hat in hand, but I was not to be driven back.  Yet I had no reason to be ashamed. I was willing to work if only I could have got employment. Stopping in front of the old gentleman, I was about to speak when I observed him quietly button up his breeches pocket. The blood rushed to my face, and turning quickly on my heel, I walked away without uttering a word. Hello, shouted a gruff voice, just as I was moving away. I turned and observed that the shout was uttered by a broad, rough-looking jack-tar, a man of about two or three and thirty who had been sitting all the four noon on an old cask, smoking his pipe and basking in the sun. Hello, said he again. Well, said I, what do you mean, youngster, by going on in that there fashion all the morning, a bother in everybody and making a fool of yourself like that, eh? What's that to you, said I, savagely, for my heart was sore and heavy, and I could not stand the interference of a stranger. Oh, it's nothing to me, of course, said the sailor, picking his pipe quietly with his clasp knife. But come here, boy, I've something to say to you. Well, what is it, said I, going up to him so much, so coldly? The man looked at me gravely through the smoke of his pipe and said, you're in a passion, my young buck, that's all. And in case you didn't know it, I thought I'd tell you. I burst into a fit of laughter. Well, I believe you're not far wrong, but I'm better now. That's right, said the sailor, with an approving nod of his head. Always confess when you're in the wrong. Now, younger, let me give you a bit of advice. Never get into a passion if you can help it. And if you can't help it, get out of it as fast as possible.  There's nothing like that. Passion ain't got legs. You can't hold on to a feller when he's running. If you keep it up to you, almost split your timbers. Passion has no chance. It must go astern. Now, lad, I've been watching you all the morning, and I see there's a screw loose somewhere. If you'll tell me what it is, see if I don't help you. The kind frank way in which this was said quite won my heart, so I sat down on the old cask and told the sailor all my sorrows. Boy, said he when I had finished. I'll put you in the way of helping your mother. I can get you a burst in my ship if you're willing to take a trip to the whale fishery of the South Seas. And who will look after my mother when I'm away, said I? The sailor looked perplexed at the question. Ah, that's a puzzler, he replied, knocking the ashes out of his pipe. Will you take me to your mother's house, lad? Willingly, said I, and jumping up, I led the way. As we turned to go, I observed that the old gentleman with the gold-headed cane was leaning over the rail of the pier at a short distance from us. A feeling of anger instantly rose within me, and I exclaimed, loud enough for him to hear. I do believe that stingy old chap has been listening to every word we've been saying. I thought I observed a frown on the sailor's brow, as I said this, but he made no remark. And in a few minutes we were walking rapidly through the streets. My companion stopped at one of those stores so common in seaport towns where one can buy almost anything, from a tallow candle to a brass cannon. Here he purchased a pound of tea, a pound of sugar, a pound of butter, and a small loaf, all of which he thrust into the huge pockets of his coat. He had evidently no idea of proportion or of household affairs. It was a simple, easy way of settling the matter to get a pound of everything. In a short time we reached our house, a very old one in a poor neighborhood, and entered my mother's room. She was sitting at the table when we went in, with a large Bible before her, and a pair of horned spectacles on her nose. I could see that she had been out gathering coals and cinders during my absence, for a good fire burned in the grate and the kettle was singing cheerily thereon. I've brought a friend to see you, mother, said I. Good day, mistress, said the sailor bluntly, sitting down on a stool near the fire. You seem to be going to have your tea. I expect to have it soon, replied my mother. Indeed! Said I, in surprise. Have you anything in the kettle? Nothing but water, my son. Has anybody brought you anything then since I went out? Nobody. Why, then, mistress, broken the semen, how can you expect to have your tea so soon? My mother took off her spectacles, looked calmly in the man's face, laid her hand on the Bible, and said, because I have been a widow woman these three years, and never once in all that time have I gone a single day without a meal. When the usual hour came, I put on my kettle to boil. For this word tells me that the Lord will provide. I expect my tea to-night. The sailor's face expressed puzzled astonishment at these words, and he continued to regard my mother with a look of wonder as he drew forth his supplies of food and laid them on the table. In a short time we were all enjoying a cup of tea and talking about the whale fishery and the difficulty of my going away while my mother was dependent on me. At last the sailor rose to leave us, taking a five-pound note from his pocket he laid it on the table and said, Mistress, this is all I have in the world, but I've got neither family nor friends, and I'm bound for the South Seas in six days. So if you'll take it you're welcome to it, and if your son Bob can manage to cast loose from you without leaving you to sink, I'll take him aboard the ship that I sail in. He'll always find me at the bowl and griffin in the high street or at the end of the pier. While the sailor was speaking, I observed a figure standing in a dark corner of the room near the door, and on looking more closely I found that it was the old gentleman with a nose like his cane-knob. Seeing that he was observed he came forward and said, I trust that you will forgive my coming here without invitation, but I happened to overhear part of the conversation between your son and this seaman, and I am willing to help you over your little difficulty, if you will allow me. The old gentleman said this in a very quick, abrupt way and looked as if he were afraid his offer might be refused. He was much heated with climbing our long stair, no doubt, and as he stood in the middle of the room puffing and wiping his bald head with a handkerchief, my mother rose hastily and offered him a chair. You are very kind, sir, she said. Do sit down, sir. I'm sure I don't know why you should take so much trouble. Dear me, you are very warm. Will you take a cup of tea to cool you? Thank you, thank you, with much pleasure, unless indeed your son objects to a stingy old chap sitting beside him. I blushed when he repeated my words and attempted to make some apology, but the old gentleman stopped me by commencing to explain his intentions in short, rapid sentences. To make a long story short, he offered to look after my mother while I was away and to prove his sincerity laid down five shillings and said he would call with that sum every week as long as I was absent. My mother, after some trouble, agreed to let me go, and before that evening closed everything was arranged and the gentleman leaving his address went away. The saver had been so much filled with surprise at the suddenness of all this that he could scarcely speak immediately after the departure of the old gentleman he said, well, good-bye, mistress, good-bye, Bob, and throwing on his hat in a careless way left the room. Stop! I shouted after him when he had got about half way down the stair. Hello? What's wrong now? Nothing. I only forgot to ask your name. Tom Locans, he bellowed in the hoarse voice of a regular boatswain, which was my father's name before me. So saying he departed, whistling, ruled Britannia with all his might. Thus the matter was settled. Six days afterwards I rigged myself out in a blue jacket, white ducks, and a straw hat, and went to sea. CHAPTER II. My first few days on the ocean were so miserable that I oftentimes repented of having left my native land. I was, as my new friend Tom Locans said, as sick as a dog. But in course of time I grew well and began to rejoice in the cool fresh breezes and the great rolling billows of the sea. Many and many a time I used to creep out to the end of the boughsprit when the weather was calm and sit with my legs dangling over the deep blue water and my eyes fixed on the great masses of rolling clouds in the sky, thinking of the new course of life I had just begun. At such times the thought of my mother was sure to come into my mind and I thought of her parting words, put your trust in the Lord Robert and read his word. I resolved to try to obey her, but this I found was no easy matter for the sailors were a rough lot of fellows who cared little for the Bible. But I must say they were a hearty, good-natured set and much better upon the whole than many a ship's crew that I afterwards sailed with. We were fortunate in having fair winds this voyage and soon found ourselves on the other side of the line, as we jack-tars call the Equator. Of course the crew did not forget the old custom of shaving all the men who had never crossed the line before. Our captain was a jolly old man, an uncommonly fond of sky larking. He gave us leave to do what we liked the day we crossed the line. So as there were a number of wild spirits among us we broke through all the ordinary rules, or rather we added on new rules to them. The old hands had kept the matter quiet from us greenhorns, so that although we knew they were going to do some sort of mischief we didn't exactly understand what it was to be. About noon of that day I was called on deck and told the old father Neptune was coming aboard and we were to be ready to receive him. A minute after I saw a tremendous monster come up over the side of the ship and jump on the deck. He was crowned with seaweed and painted in a wonderful fashion. His clothes were dripping wet as if he had just come from the bottom of the sea. After him came another monster with a petticoat made of sailcloth and a tippet of a bit of old tarpaulin. This was Neptune's wife and these two carried on the most remarkable antics I ever saw. I laughed heartily and soon discovered from the tones of their voices which of my shipmates Neptune and his wife were. But my mirth was quickly stopped when I was suddenly seized by several men and my face was covered over with a horrible mixture of tar and grease. Six of us youngsters were treated in this way. Then the lather was scraped off with a piece of old hoop iron and after being thus shaved buckets of cold water were thrown over us. At last, after a prosperous voyage, we arrived at our fishing ground in the South Seas and a feeling of excitement and expectation began to show itself among the men in so much that our very eyes seemed brighter than usual. One night those of us who had just been relieved from watch on deck were sitting on the lockers down below telling ghost stories. It was a dead calm and one of those intensely dark, hot nights that caused sailors to feel uneasy, they scarce know why. I began to feel so uncomfortable at last listening to the horrible tales which Tom Locans was relating to the men that I slipped away from them with the intention of going on deck. I moved so quietly that no one observed me, besides every eye was fixed earnestly on Tom, whose deep low voice was the only sound that broke the stillness of all around. As I was going very cautiously up the ladder leading to the deck, Tom had reached that part of his story where the ghost was just appearing in a dark churchyard dressed in white and coming slowly forward, one step at a time, towards the terrified man who saw it. The men held their breath and one or two of their faces turned pale as Tom went on with his description lowering his voice to a hoarse whisper.  At any other time I would have thought nothing of this, but Tom's story had thrown me into such an excited and nervous condition that I gave a start, missed my footing, uttered a loud cry and fell down the ladder right in among the men with a tremendous crash, knocking over two or three oil cans and a tin bread basket in my fall, and upsetting the lantern so that the place was instantly pitch dark. I never heard such a howl of terror as these men gave vent to when this misfortune befell me.  I noticed, however, that for all their pretended indifference there was not one man among them, not even Tom Locan's himself, who would go down below to relight the lantern for at least a quarter of an hour afterwards. Feeling none the worse for my fall I went forward and leaned over the bow of the ship where I was much astonished by the appearance of the sea. It seemed as if the water was on fire. Every time the ship's bow rose and fell the little belt of foam made in the water seemed like a belt of blue flame with bright sparkles in it, like stars or diamonds. I had seen this curious appearance before but never so bright as it was on that night. What is it, Tom, said I, as my friend came forward and leaned over the ship's bulwark beside me? It's blue fire, Bob," replied Tom, as he smoked his pipe calmly. Come, you know I can't swallow that, said I. Everybody knows that fire, either blue or red, can't burn in the water. Maybe not, returned Tom, but it's blue fire for all that. At least wise if it's not I don't know what else it is. Tom had often seen this light before, no doubt, but he had never given himself the trouble to find out what it could be. Fortunately the captain came up, just as I put the question, and he enlightened me on the subject. It is caused by small animals, said he, leaning over the side. Small animals, said I, in astonishment. I, many parts of the sea are full of creatures so small and so thin and colorless that you can hardly see them even in a clear glass tumbler. Many of them are larger than others, but the most of them are very small. But how did they shine like that, sir, I asked? That I do not know, boy. God has given them the power to shine, just as he has given us the power to walk or speak, and they do shine brightly, as you see. But how they do it is more than I can tell. I think, myself, it must be anger that makes them shine, for they generally do it when they are stirred up or knocked about by oars or ships' keels or tumbling waves. But I am not sure that's the reason, either, because, you know, we often sail through them without seeing the light, though, of course, they must be there. Perhaps, sir, said Tom Locans, perhaps sir, they're sleepy sometimes and can't be bothered getting angry. Perhaps, answered the captain, laughing, but then again at other times they have seen them shining over the whole sea when it was quite calm, making it like an ocean of milk, and nothing was disturbing them at that time, do you see? I don't know that, objected Tom, they might have been a cotton among their sails. Or playing, maybe, said I. The captain laughed, and, looking up at the sky, said, I don't like the look of the weather, Tom Locans.  We'll have a breeze, replied Tom briefly. More than a breeze, muttered the captain, while a look of grave anxiety overspread his countenance. I'll go below and take a squint at the glass. What does he mean by that, Tom, said I, when the captain was gone? I never saw a calmer or a finer night. Maybe there is no chance of a storm just now. I, that shows that you're a young fellow and haven't got much experience of them seas, replied my companion. My boy, sometimes the fiercest storm is brewing behind the greatest calm, and the worst of the thing is that it comes so sudden at times that the masts are torn out of the ship before you can say Jack Robinson. What? And without any warnings, said I? I, almost without warning, but not altogether without it, you hear the captain say he go and take a squint at the glass. Yes. What is the glass? It's not a glass of grog, you may be sure. Nor yet a looking glass, it's the weather glass, boy. Sure go and chaps call it a barometer. And what's the meaning of barometer, I inquired earnestly?  Why, boy, said he, you're too inquisitive. I once asked the doctor of a ship that question and says he to me. Tom says he, a barometer is a glass tube filled with quicksilver or mercury, which is a metal in a softer fluid state like water, you know, and it's meant for telling the state of the weather. Yes, sir, I answers. I know that well enough. Then why did you ask, says he, getting into a passion. I asked what was the meaning of the word, barometer, sir, said I. The doctor, he looked grave at that and shook his head. Tom says he, if I was to go forth to explain that word and all about the instrument in a scientific sort of way, do you see, I'd have to sit here and speak to you right on him for six hours or more. Oh, sir, says I. Don't do it then. Please don't do it. No more I will, says he, but it'll serve your turn to know that a barometer is a glass for measuring the weight of the air. And somehow or other, that lets you know what's coming. If the mercury in the glass rises high, all's right. If it falls uncommon low, very sudden look out for squalls, that's all. No matter how smooth the sea may be or how sweetly all nature may smile, don't you believe it, taken every inch of canvas at once. That was a queer explanation, Tom. I, but it was a true one, as you shall see before long. As I looked out upon the calm sea which lay like a sheet of glass without a ripple on its surface, I could scarcely believe what he had said, but before many minutes had passed I was convinced of my error. While I was standing talking to my messmate, the captain rushed on deck and shouted, All hands tumble up, shortened sail, taken every rag! Look alive, boys, look alive! I was quite stunned for a moment by this and by the sudden tumble that followed. The men who seemed never to take thought about anything and who had but one duty, namely to obey orders, ran upon deck and leaped up the rigging like cats. The sheets of nearly all the principal sails were clued up, and ere long the canvases made fast to the yards. A few of the smaller sails only were left exposed, and even these were close-reefed. Before long a loud roar was heard, and in another minute the storm burst upon us with terrific violence. The ship at first lay over so much that the mass were almost in the water, and it was as impossible for anyone to walk the deck as to walk along the side of a wall. At the same time the sea was lashed into white foam, and the blinding spray flew over us in a bitter fury. Take in the top sails, roared the captain. But his voice was drowned in the shriek of the gale. The men were saved the risk of going out on the yards, however, for in a few moments more all the sails except the storm tricell were burst and blown to ribbons. We now tried to put the ship's head to the wind and lay too, by which landsmen will understand that we tried to face the storm and remain stationary. But the gale was so fierce that this was impossible. The last rag of sail was blown away, and then there was nothing left for us but to show our stern to the gale and scud under bare poles. The great danger now was that we might be pooped, which means that a huge wave might curl over our stern, fall with terrible fury on our deck, and sink us. Many and many a good ship has gone down in this way. But we were mercifully spared. As our safety depended very much on good steering, the captain himself took the wheel and managed the ship so well that we weathered the gale without damage, farther than the loss of a few sails and light spars. For two days the storm howled furiously, the sky and sea were like ink, with sheets of rain and foam driving through the air, and raging billows tossing our ship about like a cork. During all this time my shipmates were quiet and grave, but active and full of energy, so that every order was at once obeyed without noise or confusion. Every man watched the slightest motion of the captain. We all felt that everything depended on him. As for me, I gave up all hope of being saved. It seemed impossible to me that anything that man could build could withstand so terrible a storm. I do not pretend to say that I was not afraid. The near prospect of a violent death caused my heart to sink more than once, but my feelings did not unman me. I did my duty quietly, but quickly, like the rest. And when I had no work to do, I stood holding on to the weather stanchions, looking at the raging sea, and thinking of my mother, and of the words of kindness and counsel she had so often bestowed upon me in vain. The storm ceased almost as quickly as it began, and although this sea did not all at once stop the heavings of its angry bosom, the wind fell entirely in the course of a few hours. The dark clouds broke up into great masses that were piled up high into the sky, and out of the midst of these the glorious sun shown in bright rays down on the ocean, like comfort from heaven, gladdening our hearts as we busily repaired the damage that we had suffered from the storm. CHAPTER 3 OF FIGHTING THE WALES This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. FIGHTING THE WALES by R. M. BALLANTINE. CHAPTER 3. OUR FIRST BATTLE I shall never forget the surprise I got the first time I saw a whale. It was in the forenoon of a most splendid day, about a week after we arrived at that part of the ocean where we might expect to find fish. A light nor'eese breeze was blowing, but it scarcely ruffled the sea, as we crept slowly through the water with every stitch of canvas set. As we had been looking out for fish for some time past, everything was in readiness for them. The boats were hanging over the side, ready to lower, tubs for coiling away the ropes, harpoons, lances, etc., all were ready to throw in and start away at a moment's notice. The man in the crow's nest, as they called a cask fixed up at the masthead, was looking anxiously out for whales, and the crew were idling about the deck. Tom Mokens was seated on the windless, smoking his pipe, and I was sitting beside him on an empty cask, sharpening a blubber knife. Tom, said I, what like is a whale? Why, it's like nothing but itself, replied Tom, looking puzzled. Why, what a queerfeller you are to ask questions. I'm sure you've seen plenty of them. You might be able to tell what a whale is like. What it's like? Well, it's like a tremendous big bolster with a head and a tail to it. And how big is it? They're of all sizes, lad. I've seen one that was exactly equal to three hundred fat bulls, and its rate of going would take it round the whole world in twenty-three days. I don't believe you, said I, laughing. Don't you? cried Tom. It's a fact, notwithstanding, for the captain himself said so, and that's how I came to know it. Just as Tom finished speaking, the man in the crow's nest roared at the top of his voice, there she blows. That was the signal that a whale was in sight, and as it was the first time we had heard it that season, every man in the ship was thrown into a state of tremendous excitement. There she blows! roared the man again. Far away, shouted the captain. About two miles right ahead. In another moment the utmost excitement prevailed on board. Suddenly while I was looking over the side straining my eyes to catch a sight of the whale, which could not yet be seen by the men on deck, I saw a brown object appear in the sea not twenty yards from the side of the ship. Before I had time to ask what it was, a whale's head rose to the surface and shot up out of the water. The part of the fish that was visible above water could not have been less than thirty feet in length. It just looked as if our longboat had jumped out of the sea, and he was so near that I could see his great mouth quite plainly. I could have tossed a biscuit on his back easily. Sending two thick spouts of frothy water out of his blow-holes, forty feet into the air with tremendous noise, he fell flat upon the sea with a clap-like thunder, tossed his flukes or tail high into the air, and disappeared. I was so amazed at this sight that I could not speak. I could only stare at the place where the huge monster had gone down. Stand by the lower, shouted the captain. I, I serve, replied the men, leaping to their appointed stations, for every man in a whale ship has his post of duty appointed to him and knows what to do when an order is given. Lower away, cried the captain, whose face was now blazing with excitement. In a moment three more boats were in the water. The tubs, harpoons, etc., were thrown in. The men seized the oars, and away they went with a cheer. I was in such a state of flutter that I scarce knew what I did, but I managed somehow or other to get into a boat, and as I was a strong fellow and a good rower I was allowed to pull. There she blows, cried the man in the crow's nest, just as we shot from the side of the ship. There was no need to ask where away this time. Another whale rose and spouted not more than three hundred yards off, and before we could speak a third fish rose in another direction, and we found ourselves in the middle of what is called a school of whales. Now, lads, said the captain, who steered the boat in which I rode, bend your backs, my hearties. That fish right ahead of us is a hundred-barrel whale for certain. Give way, boys. We must have that fish. There was no need to urge the men, for their backs were strained to the utmost, their faces were flushed, and the big veins in their necks swelled almost to bursting with the tremendous exertion. Hold hard, said the captain, in a low voice, for now that we were getting near our prey we made as little noise as possible. The men at once threw their oars a peek, as they say, that is, raised them straight up in the air, and waited for further orders. We expected the whale would rise near to where we were, and thought it best to rest and look out. While we were waiting, Tom Locans, who was harpooner of the boat, sat just behind me with all his irons ready. He took this opportunity to explain to me that by a hundred-barrel fish is meant a fish that will yield a hundred barrels of oil. He further informed me that such a fish was a big one, though he had seen a few in the northwest seas that had produced upwards of two hundred barrels. I now observed that the other boats had separated, and each had gone after a different whale. In a few minutes, the fish we were in chase of rose a short distance off, and sent up two splendid waterspouts high into the air, thus showing that he was what the whalers call a right whale. It is different from the sperm whale, which has only one blowhole, and that a little one. We rode towards it with all our might, and as we drew near, the captain ordered Tom Locans to stand up, so he at once laid in his oar and took up the harpoon. The harpoon is an iron lance with a barbed point, a whale line is attached to it, and this line is coiled away in a tub. When we were within a few yards of the fish, which was going slowly through the water, all ignorant of the terrible foes who were pursuing him, Tom Locans raised the harpoon high above his head and darted it deep into its fat side just behind the left fin, and next moment the boat ran aground on the whale's back. "'Sturn off for your lives,' roared the captain, who, before his order was obeyed, managed to give the creature two deep wounds with his lance. The lance has no barbs to its point, and is used only for wounding after the harpoon is fixed. The boat was backed off at once, but it had scarcely got a few yards away when the astonished fish whirled its huge body half out of the water and, coming down with a tremendous clap, made off like lightning. The line was passed around a strong piece of wood called the loggerhead, and in running out it began to smoke and nearly set the wood on fire. Indeed it would have done so if a man had not kept constantly pouring water upon it. It was needful to be very cautious in managing the line, for the duty is attended with great danger. If any hit should take place the line is apt to catch the boat and drag it down bodily under the waves. Sometimes a coil of it gets round a leg or an arm of the man who attends to it, in which case his destruction is almost certain. Many a poor fellow has lost his life in this way. The order was now given to hold on line. This was done, and in a moment our boat was cleaving the blue water like an arrow, while the white foam curled from her boughs. I thought every moment we should be dragged under, but whenever this seemed likely to happen the line was let run a bit, and the strain eased. At last the fish grew tired of dragging us, the line seized to run out, and Tom hauled in the slack which another man coiled away in its tub. Presently the fish rose to the surface a short distance off our weather-bow. Give way, boys, spring your oars, cried the captain, another touch or two with the lance in that fish's oars. The boat shot ahead, and we were about to dart a second harpoon into the whale's side when it took to sounding, which means that it went straight down, head foremost, into the depths of the sea. At that moment Tom Loken's uttered a cry of mingled anger and disappointment.  The harpoon had not been well-fixed. It had lost its hold, and the fish was now free. Gone, exclaimed the captain with a groan. I remember even yet the feeling of awful disappointment that came over me when I understood that we had lost the fish after all our trouble. I could almost have wept with bitter vexation. As for my comrades, they sat staring at each other for some moments quite speechless. Before we could recover from the state into which this misfortune had thrown us, one of the men suddenly shouted, Hello! There's the mate's boat in distress!  It was fast to a fish, and two oars were set up on end to attract our attention. When a whale is struck, it sometimes happens that the whole of the line in a boat is run out. When this is about to occur, it becomes necessary to hold on as much as can be done without running the boat under the water, and an oar is set up on end to show that assistance is required, either from the ship or from the other boats. As the line grows less and less, another and another oar is hoisted to show that help must be sent quickly. If no assistance can be sent, the only thing that remains to be done is to cut the line and lose the fish. But a whale line with its harpoon is a very heavy loss, in addition to that of the fish, so that whalers are tempted to hold on a little too long sometimes. When we saw the mate's boat dashing away in this style, we forgot our grief at the loss of our whale, in our anxiety to render assistance to our comrades, and we rode towards them as fast as we could. Fortunately the whale changed its course and came straight towards us, so that we ceased pulling and waited till they came up. As the boat came on, I saw the foam curling up on her bow as she leaped and flew over the sea. I could scarcely believe it possible that wood and iron could bear such a strain. In a few minutes they were almost abreast of us. �You're holding too hard!� shouted the captain. �Lines all out!� roared the mate. They were passed almost before these short sentences could be spoken, but they had knocked on twenty yards ahead of us when the water rushed in over the bow, and before we could utter a word, the boat and crew were gone. Not a trace of them remained. The horror of the moment had not been fully felt, however, when the boat rose to the surface keel up, and one after another the heads of the men appeared. The line had fortunately broken, otherwise the boat would have been lost, and the entire crew probably would have gone to the bottom with her. We instantly pulled to the rescue and were thankful to find that not a man was killed, though some of them were a little hurt, and all had received a terrible fright. We next set to work to write the upset boat, an operation which was not accomplished without much labor and difficulty. Now, while we were thus employed, our third boat, which was in charge of the second mate, had gone after the whale that had caused us so much trouble, and when we had got the boat righted and began to look about us, we found that she was fast to the fish about a mile to leeward. Hurrah, lads, cried the captain, luck has not left us yet. Give way, my hearties, pull like Britons, we'll get that fish yet. We were all dreadfully done up by this time, but the sight of a boat fast to a whale restored us at once, and we pulled away as stoutly as if we had only begun the day's work. The whale was heading in the direction of the ship, and when we came up to the scene of action the second mate had just touched the life, in other words, he had driven the lance deep down into the whale's vitals. This was quickly known by jets of blood being spouted up through the blowholes, soon after our victim went into its dying agonies, or as wellmen say, his flurry. This did not last long. In a short time he rolled over dead. We fastened a line to his tail, the three boats took the carcass in tow, and singing a lively song we rode away to the ship. Thus ended our first battle with the whales. End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 of Fighting the Whales This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Fighting the Whales by R. M. Ballantyne Chapter 4 Cutting in the Blubber and Trying Out the Oil The scene that took place on board ship after we caught our first fish was most wonderful. We commenced the operation of what is called cutting in, that is, cutting up the whale, and getting the fat or blubber hoisted in. The next thing we did was to try out the oil or melt down the fat in large iron pots brought with us for this purpose. And the change that took place in the appearance of the ship and the men when this began was very remarkable. When we left port our decks were clean, our sails white, our masts well scraped. The brass work about the quarter deck was well polished, and the men looked tidy and clean. A few hours after our first whale had been secured alongside, all this was changed. The cutting up of the huge carcass covered the decks with oil and blood, making them so slippery that they had to be covered with sand to enable the men to walk about. Then the smoke of the great fires under the melting pots begrimed the masts, sails, and cordage with soot. The faces and hands of the men got so covered with oil and soot that it would have puzzled anyone to say whether they were white or black. Their clothes, too, became so dirty that it was impossible to clean them. But indeed whalemen do not much mind this. In fact, they take a pleasure in all the dirt that surrounds them, because it is a sign of success in the main object of their voyage. The men in a clean whale ship are never happy. When everything is filthy and dirty and greasy and smoky and black, decks, rigging, clothes, and furson, it is then that the hardy laugh and jest and song are heard, as the crew work busily night and day at their rough but profitable labor. The operations of cutting in and trying out were matters of great interest to me the first time I saw them. After having towed our whale to the ship, cutting in was immediately begun. First, the carcass was secured near the head and tail with chains and made fast to the ship. Then the great blocks and ropes fastened to the main and foremasks for hoisting in the blubber were brought in to play. When all was ready the captain and the two mates with Tom Locans got up on the whale's body with long-handled sharp spades or digging knives. With these they felt a work cutting off the blubber. I was stationed at one of the hoisting ropes, and while we were waiting for the signal to hoist away I peeped over the side and for the first time had a good look at the great fish. When we killed it so much of its body was down in the water that I could not see it very clearly. But now that it was lashed at full length alongside the ship and I could look right down upon it I began to understand more clearly what a large creature it was. One thing surprised me much.  The whale's head seemed to be their regular home. This fish was by no means one of the largest kind, but being the first I had seen I fancied it must be the largest fish in the sea. Its body was forty feet long and twenty feet round at the thickest part. Its head, which seemed to me a great blunt shapeless thing like a clumsy old boat, was eight feet long from the tip to the blow holes or nostrils, and these holes were situated on the back of the head, which at that part was nearly four feet broad. The entire head measured about twenty-one feet round. Its ears were two small holes, so small that it was difficult to discover them, and the eyes were also very small for so large a body, being about the same size as those of an ox.  When it was dying I saw these lips close in once or twice on its fat cheeks, which it bulged out like the leather sides of a pair of gigantic bellows. It had two fins, one on each side, just behind the head. With these, and with its tail, the whale swims and fights. Its tail is its most deadly weapon. The flukes of this one measured thirteen feet across, and with one stroke of this it could have smashed our largest boat in pieces. Many a boat has been sent to the bottom in this way. I remember hearing our first mate tell of a wonderful escape a comrade of his had in the Greenland sea fishery. A whale had been struck, and after its first run they hauled up to it again, and rode so hard that they ran the boat right against it. The harpooner was standing on the bow already, and sent his iron cleverly into the blubber. In its agony the whale reared its tail high out of the water, and the flukes whirled for a moment like a great fan just above the harpooner's head.  In an instant he dived over the side and disappeared. Next moment the flukes came down on the part of the boat he had just left and cut it clean off. The other part was driven into the waves, and the men were left swimming in the water. They were all picked up, however, by another boat that was in company, and the harpooner was recovered with the rest. His quick dive had been the saving of his life. I had not much time given me to study the appearance of this whale before the order was given to hoist away, so we went to work with a whale. The first part that came up was the huge lip fastened to a large iron hook called the blubber hook. It was lowered into the blubber room between decks, where a couple of members stationed to stow the blubber away. Then came the fins, and after them the upper jaw, with the whalebone attached to it. The right whale has no teeth like the sperm whale. In place of teeth it has the well-known substance called whalebone, which grows from the roof of its mouth in a number of broad, thin plates extending from the back of the head to the snout. The lower edges of these plates of whalebone are split into thousands of hairs like bristles, so that the inside roof of the whale's mouth resembles an enormous blacking brush. The object of this curious arrangement is to enable the whale to catch the little shrimps and small sea blubbers called medusae on which it feeds. I have spoken before of these lasts as being the little creatures that gave out such a beautiful pale blue light at night. The whale feeds on them. When he desires a meal he opens his great mouth and rushes into the midst of a shoal of medusae. The little things get entangled in thousands among the hairy ends of the whalebone, and when the monster has got a large enough mouthful he shuts his lower jaw and swallows what his net has caught. The wisdom as well as the necessity of this arrangement is very plain. Of course while dashing through the sea in this fashion with his mouth agape, the whale must keep his throat closed else the water would rush down it and choke him. Shutting his throat then, as he does, the water is obliged to flow out of his mouth as fast as it flows in. It is also spouted up through his blowholes, and this was such violence that many of the little creatures would be swept out along with it but for the hairy ended whalebone which lets the sea water out but keeps the medusae in. Well, let us return to our cutting in. After the upper jaw came the lower jaw and throat with the tongue. This last was an enormous mass of fat about as large as an ox, and it weighed fifteen hundred or two thousand pounds. After this was got in the rest of the work was simple. The blubber of the body was peeled off in great strips beginning at the neck and being cut spirally towards the tail. It was hoisted on board by the blocks, the captain and mates cutting and the men at the windless hoisting and the carcass slowly turning round until we got an unbroken piece of blubber reaching from the water to nearly as high as the main yard arm.  It was cut off close to the deck and lowered into the blubber room where the two men stationed there attacked it with knives, cut it into smaller pieces and stowed it away. Then another piece was hoisted on board in the same fashion and so on we went until every bit of blubber was cut off. And I heard the captain remark to the mate when the work was done that the fish was a good fat one and he wouldn't wonder if it turned out to be worth three hundred pounds sterling. Now when this process was going on a new point of interest arose which I had not thought of before, although my messmate Tom Locans had often spoken of it on the voyage out. This was the arrival of great numbers of seabirds. Tom had often told me of the birds that always keep company with whalers, but I had forgotten all about it until I saw an enormous albatross come sailing majestically through the air towards us. This was the largest bird I ever saw and no wonder for it is the largest bird that flies. Soon after that another arrived and although we were more than a thousand miles from any shore we were speedily scented out and surrounded by hosts of goonies, stinkers, haglets, gulls, pigeons, petrels, and other seabirds which commenced to feed on pieces of the whale's carcass with the most savage gluttony. These birds were dreadfully greedy. They had stuffed themselves so full in the course of a short time that they flew heavily and with great difficulty. No doubt they would have to take three or four days to digest that meal. Sharks too came to get their share of what was going, but these savage monsters did not content themselves with what was thrown away. They were so bold as to come before our faces and take bites out of the whale's body. Some of these sharks were eight and nine feet long and when I saw them open their horrid jaws armed with three rows of glistening white sharp teeth I could well understand how easily they could bite off the leg of a man as they often do when they get the chance. Sometimes they would come right up on the whale's body with a wave, bite out great pieces of the flesh, turn over on their bellies and roll off. While I was looking over the side during the early part of that day I saw a very large shark come rolling up in this way close to Tom Loken's legs. Tom made a cut at him with his blubber spade but the shark rolled off in time to escape the blow and after all it would not have done in much damage for it is not easy to frighten or take the life out of a shark. Hand me an iron and lime Bob said Tom looking up at me I got a spy to get that fellow or he's been up twice already. Ah hand it down here and two or three of you stand by to hold on by the line. There he comes the big villain. The shark came close to the side of the whale at that moment and Tom sent the harpoon right down his throat. Hold on hard shut it Tom. Aye aye replied several of the men as they held on to the line their arms tricking violently as the savage fish tried to free itself. We quickly read the line through a block at the four yard arm and hauled it on deck without much difficulty. The scene that followed was very horrible for there was no killing the brute. It threshed the deck with its tail and snapped so fiercely with its tremendous jaws that we had to keep a sharp lookout lest it should catch hold of a leg. At last its tail was cut off the body cut open and all the entrails taken out yet even after this it continued to flap and thresh about the deck for some time and the heart continued to contract for 20 minutes after it was taken out and pierced with a knife. I would not have believed this had I not seen it with my own eyes. In case some of my readers may doubt its truth I would remind them how difficult it is to kill some of those creatures with which we are all familiar. The common worm for instance may be cut into a number of small pieces and yet each piece remains alive for some time after. The skin of the shark is valued by the whale men because when cleaned and dry it is as good as sandpaper and is much used in polishing the various things they make out of whales' bones and teeth. When the last piece of blubber had been cut off our whale the great chain that held it to the ship's side was cast off and the now useless carcass sank like a stone much to the sorrow of some of the smaller birds which having been driven away by their bigger comrades had not fed so hardly as they wished perhaps. But what was lost to the golds was gained to the sharks which could follow the carcass down into the deep and devour it at their leisure. Now lads cried the mate when the remains had vanished. Rouse up the fires! Look alive, my hearties! Aye, aye, sir, was the ready reply cheerfully given as every man sprang to his appointed duty. And so having cut in our whale we next proceeded to try out the oil. End of chapter four. Chapter five of Fighting the Whales. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. Fighting the Whales by R. M. Valentine. Chapter five. A storm, a man overboard and a rescue. The scenes in a whaleman's life are varied and very stirring. Sometimes he is floating on the calm ocean idling about the deck and whistling for a breeze when all of a sudden the loud cry is heard there she blows. And in a moment the boats are in the water and he is engaged in all the toils of an exciting chase. Then comes a battle with the great Leviathan of the deep with all its risks and dangers. Sometimes he is unfortunate. The decks are clean. He has nothing to do. At other times he is lucky. Cutting in and trying out engage all his energies and attention. Frequently storms toss him on the angry deep and show him if he will but learn the lesson how helpless the creature he is and how thoroughly dependent at all times for life safety and success upon the arm of God. Trying out the oil although not so thrilling as seen as many a one in his career is nevertheless extremely interesting especially at night when the glare of the fires in the tri works casts a deep red glow on the faces of the men on the masts and sails and even out upon the sea. The tri works consisted of two huge melting pots fixed upon brickwork fireplaces between the four and main masts. While some of the men were down in the blubber room cutting the blanket pieces as the largest masses are called others were pitching the smaller pieces on deck where they were seized by two men who stood near a block of wood called a horse with a mincing knife to slash the junk so as to make them melt easily. These were then thrown into the melting pots by one of the mates who kept beating the fires with such scraps of blubber as remain after the oil is taken out. Once the fires were fairly set to going no other kind of fuel was required than scraps of blubber. As the boiling oil rose it was bailed into copper cooling tanks. It was the duty of two other men to dip it out of these tanks into casks which were then headed up by our Cooper and stowed away in the hold. As the night advanced the fires became redder and brighter by contrast. The light shone and glittered on the decks and as we applied our dirty work I could not help thinking what would my mother say if she could get up peep at me now. The ship's crew worked and slept by watches for the fires were not allowed to go out all night. About midnight I sat down on the windlass to take a short rest and began talking to one of the men, Fred Borders by name. He was one of the quietest and most active men in the ship and being quite a young man not more than 19 he and I drew to one another and became very intimate. I think we're gonna have a breeze Bob said he as a sharp puff of wind crossed the deck driving the black smoke to Leeward and making the fire flare up in the tri works. I hope it won't be a storm then said I for it will oblige us to put out the fires. Just then Tom Locans came up ordered Fred to go and attend to the fires sat down opposite to me on the windlass and began to lay down the law in regards to storms. You see Bob Lovebury said he beginning to fill his pipe young fellas like you don't know nothing about the weather cause why you've got no experience. Now I'll put you up to a dodge concern in this very thing. I never found out what was the dodge that Tom in his wisdom was to have put me up to for at that moment the captain came on deck and gave orders to furl the top gallon sales. Three or four of us ran up the rigging like monkeys and in a few minutes the sales were lashed to the yards. The wind now began to blow steadily from the Northwest but not so hard as to stop our tri works for more than an hour. After that it blew stiff enough to raise a heavy sea and we were compelled to slack the fires. This was all the harm it did to us however for although the breeze was stiffish it was nothing like a gale. As the captain and the first mate walked the quarter deck together I heard the former say to the latter I think we had as well taken a reef in the top sails. All hereabouts the fishing ground is good we don't need to carry on. The order was given to reduce sail and the men lay out on the top sail yards. I noticed that my friend Fred Borders was the first man to spring up the shrouds and lay out on the main top sail yard. It was so dark that I could scarcely see the masts. While I was gazing up I thought I observed a dark object drop from the yard. At the same moment there was a loud shriek followed by a plunge in the sea. This was succeeded by the sudden cry man overboard and instantly the whole ship was in an uproar. No one who has not heard that cry can understand the dreadful feelings that are raised in the human breast by it. My heart at first seemed to leap into my mouth and almost choke me. Then a terrible fear which I cannot describe shot through me when I thought it might be my comrade Fred Borders. But these thoughts and feelings passed like lightning in a far shorter time than it takes to write them down. The shriek was still ringing in my ears when the captain roared, down your helm! Stand by to lower away the boats! At the same moment he seized a light handcoupe and tossed it overboard and the mate did the same with an oar in the twinkling of an eye. Almost without knowing what I did or why I did it I seized a great mass of oakum and rubbish that lay on the deck saturated with oil. I thrust it into the embers of the fire and the triworks and hurled it blazing into the sea. The ship's head was thrown into the wind and we were brought to as quickly as possible. A gleam of hope arose within me on observing that the mass I had thrown overboard continued still to burn. But when I saw how quickly it went astern notwithstanding our vigorous efforts to stop the ship my heart began to sink and when a few moments after the light suddenly disappeared, despair seized upon me and I gave my friend up for lost. At that moment strange to say thoughts of my mother came into my mind but there was no time to be lost and I threw myself with a good deal of energy into the first boat that was lowered and pulled at the oar as if my own life depended on it. A lantern had been fastened to the end of an oar and set up in the boat and by its faint light I could see that the men looked very grave. Tom Locans was steering and I sat near him pulling the aft oar. Do you think we've any chance, Tom, said I? A shake of the head was his only reply. It must have been here away, said the mate who stood up in the bow with a coil of rope at his feet and a boat hook in his hand. Hold on, lads, did anyone hear a cry? No one answered. We all seized pulling and listened intently but the noise of the waves and the whistling of the winds were all the sounds we heard. What's that, floating on the water? said one of the men suddenly. Where away, cried everyone eagerly. Right off the leap-ow. There, don't you see it? At that moment a faint cry came floating over the black water and died away in the breeze. The single word hurrah burst from our throats with all the power of our lungs and we bet to our oars till we well-nigh tore the Rolex out of the boat. Old hard stern aw! roared the mate as we went flying down to Leeward and almost ran over the Henkoop to which a human form was seen to be clinging with the tenacity of a drowning man. We had swept down so quickly that we shot past it. In an agony of fear lest my friend should be again lost in the darkness, I leapt up and sprang into the sea. Tom Locans, however, had noticed what I was about. He seized me by the color of my jacket just as I reached the water and held me with a grip like a vise so one of the men came to his assistance and dragged me back into the boat. In a few moments more we reached the Henkoop and Fred was saved. He was half-dead with cold and exhaustion, poor fellow, but in a few minutes he began to recover and before we reached the ship he could speak. His first words were to thank God for his deliverance. Then he added, and thanks to the man that flung that light overboard I should have gone down but for that it showed me where the Henkoop was. I cannot describe the feeling of joy that filled my heart when he said this. I, who was it that throwed that fire overboard, inquired one of the men? Don't know, replied another. I think it was the Captain. You'll find that out when we get aboard, cried the mate, pull away lads. In five minutes Fred Borders was passed up the side and taken down below. In two minutes more we had him strip naked, rubbed dry, wrapped in hot blankets and set down on one of the lockers with a hot brick at his feet. End of chapter five. Chapter six of Fighting the Whales. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Fighting the Whales by R. M. Ballantyne. Chapter six, The Whale, Fighting Bowls, et cetera. As the reader may perhaps have been asking a few questions about the Whale in his own mind, I shall try to answer them by telling a few things concerning that creature which I think are worth knowing. In the first place, the Whale is not a fish. I have applied that name to it, no doubt, because it is the custom to do so. But there are great differences between the Whales and the fishes. The mere fact that the Whale lives in water is not sufficient to prove it to be a fish. The frog lives very much in water. He is born in the water and when very young he lives in it altogether, would die in fact if he were taken out of it. Yet a frog is not a fish. The following are some of the differences existing between a Whale and a fish. The Whale is a warm-blooded animal. The fish is cold-blooded. The Whale brings forth its young alive while most fishes lay eggs or spawn. Moreover, the fish lives entirely underwater, but the Whale cannot do so. He breathes air through enormous lungs, not gills. If you were to hold a Whale's head underwater for much longer than an hour, it would certainly be drowned. And this is the reason why it comes so frequently to the surface of the sea to take breath. Whales seldom stay more than an hour underwater and when they come up to breathe, they discharge the last breath they took through their nostrils or blowholes mixed with large quantities of water which they have taken in while feeding. But the most remarkable point of difference between the Whale and the fishes of all kinds is that it suckles its young. The calf of one kind of Whale is about 14 feet long when it's born and it weighs about a ton. The cow Whale usually has only one calf at a time and the manner in which she behaves to her gigantic baby shows that she is affected by feelings of anxiety and affection such are never seen in fishes which heartless creatures forsake their eggs when they are laid and I am pretty sure they would not know their own children if they happen to meet with them.  It's enormous heart throbbing all the while no doubt with satisfaction. I have heard of a Whale which was once driven into shoal water with its calf and nearly stranded. The huge dam seemed to become anxious for the safety of her child for she was seen to swim eagerly around it, embrace it with her fins and roll it over in the waves trying to make it follow her into deep water. But the calf was obstinate, it would not go and the result was that the boat of a whaler pulled up and harpooned it. The poor little Whale darted away like lightning on receiving the terrible iron and ran out a hundred fathoms of line but it was soon overhauled and killed. All this time the dam kept close to the side of its calf and not until a harpoon was plunged into her own side would she move away. Two boats were after her. With a single wrap of her tail she cut one of the boats in two and then darted off. But in a short time she turned and came back. Her feelings of anxiety had returned no doubt after the first sting of pain was over and she died at last close to the side of her young one. There are various kinds of whales but the two sorts that are most sought after are the common whale of the Greenland Seas which is called the right whale and the sperm whale of the South Sea. Both kinds are found in the South but the sperm whale never goes to the North Seas. Both kinds grow to an enormous size sometimes to 70 feet in length but there is considerable difference in their appearance especially about the head. In a former chapter I have partly described the head of a right whale which has whale bone instead of teeth with its blowholes on the back of the head. The sperm whale has large white teeth in its lower jaw and none at all in the upper. It has only one blowhole and that little one much farther forward on its head so that sailors can tell at a great distance what kind of whales they see simply by their manner of spouting. The most remarkable feature about the sperm whale is the bluntness of its clumsy head which looks somewhat like a big log with the end sawn square off and this head is about one third of its entire body. The sperm whale feeds differently from the right whale. He ceases his prey with his powerful teeth and lives to a great extent on large cuttlefish. Some of them have been seen to vomit lumps of these cuttlefish as long as a whale boat. He is much fiercer too than the right whale which almost always takes the flight when struck but the sperm whale will sometimes turn on its foes and smash their boat with a blow of his blunt head or tail. Fighting whales as they are called are not uncommon. These are generally old bulls which have become wise from experience and give the whalers great trouble sometimes carrying away several harpoons and lines. The lower jaw of one old bull of this kind was found to be 16 feet long and it had 48 teeth, some of them a foot long. A number of scars about his head showed that this fellow had been in the wars. When two bull whales take the fighting their great effort is to catch each other by the lower jaw and when locked together they struggle with a degree of fury that cannot be described. It is not often that the sperm whale actually attacks a ship but there are a few cases of this kind which cannot be doubted. The following story is certainly true and while it shows how powerful a creature the whale is it also shows what terrible risk and sufferings the whale man has frequently to encounter. In the month of August 1819 the American Whaleship Essex sailed from Nantucket for the Pacific Ocean. She was commanded by Captain Pollard. Late in the autumn of the same year when in latitude 40 degrees of the South Pacific a shoal or a school of sperm whales was discovered and three boats were immediately lowered and sent in pursuit. The mate's boat was struck by one of the fish during the chase and it was found necessary to return to the ship to repair damages. While the men were employed at this an enormous whale suddenly rose quite close to the ship. He was going at nearly the same rate with the ship about three miles an hour and the men who were good judges of the size of whales thought that it could not have been less than 85 feet long. All at once he ran against the ship striking her bows and causing her to tremble like a leaf. The whale immediately dived and passed under the ship and grazed her keel in doing so. This evidently hurt his back for he suddenly rose to the surface about 50 yards off and commenced lashing the sea with his tail and fins as if suffering great agony. It was truly an awful sight to behold that great monster lashing the sea into foam at so short a distance. In a short time he seemed to recover and started off at great speed to windward. Meanwhile the men discovered that the blow received by the ship had done her so much damage that she began to fill and settle down at the bows so they rigged the pumps as quickly as possible. While working them one of the men cried out, "'God have mercy, he comes again!' This was too true. The whale had turned and was now bearing down on them at full speed leaving a white track of foam behind him rushing at the ship like a battering rammy hit her fair on the weather bow and stove it in after which he dived and disappeared. The horrified men took to their boats at once and in ten minutes the ship went down. The condition of the men thus left in three open boats far out upon the sea without provisions or shelter was terrible indeed. Some of them perished and the rest after suffering the severest hardships reached a low island called Duceys on the 20th of December. It was a mere sand bank which supplied them only with water and sea-fowl. Still even this was a mercy for which they had reason to thank God. For in cases of this kind one of the evils that semen have most caused to dread is the want of water. Three of the men resolved to remain on this sand bank. For dreary and uninhabited though it was they preferred to take their chance of being picked up by a passing ship rather than run the risks of crossing the wide ocean in open boats so their companions bid them a sorrowful farewell and left them. But this island is far out of the usual track of ships. The poor fellows have never since been heard of. It was the 27th of December when the three boats left the sand bank with the remainder of the men and began a voyage of 2,000 miles toward the island of Juan Fernandez. The mate's boat was picked up about three months after by the ship Indian of London with only three living men in it. About the same time the captain's boat was discovered by the dolphin of Nantucket with only two men living. And these unhappy beings had only sustained life by feeding on the flesh of their dead comrades. The third boat must have been lost for it was never heard of and out of the whole crew of 20 men only five returned home to tell their eventful story. Before resuming the threat of my narrative I must not omit to mention that in the head of the sperm whale there is a large cavity or hole called the case which contains pure oil that does not require to be melded but can be bailed at once into casks and stowed away. This is the valuable spermaceti from which the finest candles are made. One whale will sometimes yield 15 barrels of spermaceti oil from the case of its head. A large fish will produce from 80 to 100 barrels of oil altogether, sometimes much more. And when whale men converse with each other about the size of whales they speak of 80 barrel fish and so on. Although I have written much about the fighting powers of the sperm whale it must not be supposed that whales are by nature fond of fighting. On the contrary the right whale is a timid creature and never shows fight except in defense of its young and the sperm whale generally takes to flight when pursued. In fact most of the accidents that happen to whale men occur when the wounded monster is lashing the water in blind terror and agony. The whale has three bitter enemies, much smaller but much bolder than himself and of these he is terribly afraid. They are the swordfish, the thrasher and the killer. The first of these the swordfish has a strong straight horn or sword projecting from his snout with which he boldly attacks and pierces the whale. The thrasher is a strong fish 20 feet long and of great weight. Its method of attack is to leap out of the water on the whale's back and deal it a tremendous blow with its powerful tail. The swordfish and thrasher sometimes act together in the attack, the first stabbing him below and the second belaboring him above while the whale unable or too frightened to fight rushes through the water and even leaps its whole gigantic length into the air in its endeavors to escape. When a whale thus leaps his whole length out of the water the sailors say he breaches and breaching is a common practice. They seem to do it often for amusement as well as from terror but the most deadly of the three enemies is the killer. This is itself a kind of small whale but it is wonderfully strong, swift and bold. When one of the killers gets into the middle of the school of whales the frightened creatures are seen flying in all directions. His mode of attack is to seize his big enemy by the jaw and hold on until he is exhausted and dies. End of chapter six. Chapter seven of Fighting the Whales. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. Fighting the Whales by R. M. Ballantine. Chapter seven, Tom's Wisdom, Another Great Battle. One day I was standing beside the windlass listening to the conversation of five or six of the men who were busy sharpening harpoons and cutting knives or making all kinds of toys and things out of whale's bones. We had just finished cutting in and trying out our third whale and as it was not long since we reached the fishing ground we were in high hopes of making a good thing of it that season. So that everyone was in good spirits from the captain down to the youngest man in the ship. Tom Locans was smoking his pipe and Tom's pipe was an uncommonly black one for he smoked it very often. Moreover, Tom's pipe was uncommonly short so short that I always wondered how he escaped burning the end of his nose. Indeed, some of the men said that the redness of the end of Tom's nose was owing to its being baked like a brick by the heat of his pipe. Tom took this pipe from his mouth and while he was pushing down the tobacco with the end of his little finger he said, "'Do you know lads, I've been thinking.' "'No, have you?' cried one of the men, interrupting him with a look of pretender's surprise. "'Well now I do think mess mates that we should ex the mate to make a note of that in the log, for it's not often that Tom Locans takes to thinking.' There was a laugh at this, but Tom, turning with a look of contempt to the man who interrupted him, replied, "'I'll tell you what it is, Bill Blunt. "'If all the thoughts that you think, "'and especially the jokes that you utter, "'was put down in the log, "'they'd be so heavy that I do believe "'they would sink the ship.' "'Well, well,' cried Bill, "'joining in the laugh against himself. "'If they did, your jokes will be so light "'and trifling that I do believe they'd floater again. "'But what have you been thinking of, Tom?' "'I've been thinking,' said Tom slowly, "'that if a whale makes his breakfast entirely "'off them little things that you can hardly see "'when you get him into a tumbler, "'I forget how the captain calls him. "'What a tremendous heap of him he must eat "'in the course of a year.' "'Thousands of them, I suppose,' said one of the men. "'Thousands,' cried Tom, "'I should rather say billions of them.' "'How much is billions, mate?' inquired Bill. "'I don't know,' answered Tom. "'Never could find out. "'You see, it's heaps upon heaps of thousands "'for the thousands come first and the billions afterward. "'But when I thought I'm coming hard "'for a long spell at a time, "'I always get confused, "'because millions comes in between, do you see? "'And that's puzzling.' "'I think I could give you some notion "'about these things,' said Fred Borders, "'who have been quietly listening all the time "'but never putting in a word, "'for, as I have said, Fred was a modest bashful man "'and seldom spoke much. "'But we had all come to notice that when Fred spoke, "'he had always something to say worth hearing. "'And when he did speak, he spoke out boldly enough. "'We had come to have feelings of respect "'for our young shipmate, for he was a kind-hearted lad, "'and we saw by his conversation "'that he had been better educated than the most of us. "'So all our tongues stopped "'as the eyes of the party turned on him. "'Come, Fred, let's hear it then,' said Tom. "'It's not much I have to tell,' began Fred, "'but it may help to make your minds clearer on this subject. "'On my first voyage to the Whale Fishery, "'you know, lads, this is my second voyage, "'I went to the Greenland Seas. "'We had a young doctor aboard with us, quite a youth. "'Indeed, he had not finished his studies at college, "'but he was cleverer for all that "'than many an older man "'that had gone through his whole course. "'I do believe that the reason of his being so clever "'was that he was forever observing things "'and studying them, and making notes "'and trying to find out reasons. "'He was never satisfied with knowing a thing. "'He must always find out why it was. "'One day I heard him ask the captain "'what it was that made the sea so green "'in some parts of those seas.  "'So long as he got plenty of oil, "'he didn't care two straws for the reason of anything. "'The young doctor had been bothering him that morning "'with a good many questions, "'so when he asked him what made the sea green, "'he answered sharply. "'I suppose it makes itself green, young man, "'and then he turned from him with a fling. "'The doctor laughed and came forward among the men "'and began to tell us stories and ask questions. "'Ah, he was a real hearty fellow. "'He would tell you all kinds of queer things "'and would pump you dry of all you knew in no time. "'Well, but the thing I was going to tell you was this. "'One of the men said to him, "'he had heard that the greenness of the Greenland Sea "'was caused by the little things "'like small bits of jelly on which the whales feed. "'As soon as he heard this, he got a bucket "'and hauled some sea water aboard. "'And for the next 10 days, "'he was never done working away with the sea water, "'pouring it into tumblers and glasses, "'looking through it by daylight and by lamp light, "'tasting it and boiling it "'and examining it with a microscope.' "'What's a microscope?' inquired one of the men. "'Don't you know,' said Tom Locans.  "'I've heard say that beasts that are so uncommon, small, "'that you can't see them at all, "'are made to come into sight "'and look quite big by means of this glass. "'But I can't say myself that it's true.' "'But I can,' said Fred, "'for I have seen it with my own eyes. "'Well, after a good while, "'I made bold to ask a young doctor what he had found out. "'I've found,' said he, "'that the greenness of these seas "'isn't truth caused by uncountable numbers of Medusae.' "'Ha! That's the word!' shouted Tom Locans. "'Medusae, that's what the captain calls him.' "'Heave ahead, Fred.' "'Well, then,' continued Fred, "'the young doctor went on to tell me "'that he had been counting the matter to himself "'very carefully, "'and he had found that in every square mile of seawater "'there were living about eleven quadrillions, "'nine hundred and ninety-nine trillions "'of these little creatures.' "'Oh! Hello!' "'Come now,' we all cried, "'opening our eyes very wide indeed.' "'But I say, how much is that?' "'inquired Tom Locans. "'Ah, that's just what I said to the young doctor, "'and he said to me. "'I'll tell you what, Fred Borders. "'No man alive understands how much that is. "'And what's more? "'No man ever will. "'But I'll give you some notion of what it means. "'And so he told me how long it would take "'forty thousand men to count that number "'of eleven quadrillions, nine hundred and ninety-nine "'trillions, each man of the forty thousand beginning, "'one, two, three, and going on "'till the sum of the whole added together would make it up. "'Now, how long do you think it would take him?' "'Guess.' "'Fred Borders smiled, as he said this, "'and looked around the circle of men. "'I know, cried one. "'It would take the whole forty thousand a week to do it. "'Oh, nonsense, they could do it easy in two days,' said another.  "'I'm pretty sure it couldn't be done in much less than six months, "'working hard all day and making allowance "'for only one hour off for dinner.' "'You're all wrong, shipmates,' said Fred Borders. "'That young doctor told me that if they'd begun work "'at the day of creation, they would only have just finished "'the job last year.' "'Oh! Come on!  "'No, I'm not,' said Fred, for I was told afterwards "'by an old clergyman that the young doctor was quite right, "'and that anyone who was good at arithmetic "'could work the thing out for himself "'in less than half an hour.' "'Just as Fred said this, there came a loud cry "'from the mast-head that made us all spring "'to our feet-like lightning. "'There she blows! There she branches!' "'The captain was on deck in a moment. "'Where away?' he cried. "'On the lee-beam, sir, sperm whale, about two miles off. "'There she blows!' "'Every man was at his station in a moment, "'for after being some months out, "'we became so used to the work "'that we acted together like a piece of machinery, "'but our excitement never abated in the least. "'Sing out when the ship heads for her. "'Aye, aye, sir.' "'Keep her away,' said the captain to the man at the helm. "'Bob LeBury, hand me the spy-glass.' "'Steady,' from the mast-head. "'Steady it is,' answered the man at the helm. "'While we were all looking eagerly out ahead, "'we heard a thundering snore behind us, "'followed by a heavy splash. "'Turning quickly round, we saw the flukes "'of an enormous whale sweeping through the air, "'not more than six hundred yards of stern of us.' "'Down your helm,' roared the captain, "'haul up the mainsail and square the yards. "'Call all hands.' "'All hands ahoy,' roared Bill Blunt in a voice of thunder, "'and in another moment every man in the ship was on deck. "'Hoist and swing the boats,' cried the captain, "'lower away.' "'Down went the boats into the water. "'The men were into their places almost before you could wink, "'and we pulled away from the ship just as the whale rose "'the second time, about half a mile away to Leeward. "'From the appearance of this whale, we felt certain "'that it was one of the largest we had yet seen, "'so we pulled after it with right goodwill. "'I occupied my usual place in the captain's boat, "'next the bow-or, just beside Tom Locans, "'who was ready with his harpoons in the bow. "'Young boarders pulled the oar directly in front of me. "'The captain himself steered, "'and as our crew was a picked one, "'we soon left the other two boats behind us. "'Presently a small whale rose close beside us, "'and sending a shower of spray over the boat "'went down in a pool of foam. "'Before we had time to speak another whale rose "'on the opposite side of the boat, "'and then another on our starboard bow, "'we had got into the middle of a shoal of whales, "'which commenced leaping and spouting all around us, "'little aware of the dangerous enemy that was so near. "'In a few minutes more, "'up comes the big one again that we had first seen. "'He seemed very active and wild.  "'Now then, lads, "'he's down for a long dive,' said the captain. "'Spring your oars like men, "'we'll get that fish for certain if you'll only pole.' "'The captain was mistaken. "'The whale had only gone down deep in order "'to come up and breach or spring out of the water "'for the next minute, "'he came up not a hundred yards from us "'and leaped his whole length into the air. "'A shout of surprise broke from the men, "'and no wonder, for this was the largest fish "'I ever saw or heard of, "'and he came up so clear of the water "'that we could see him from head to tail "'as he turned over in the air, "'explosing his white belly to view, "'and came down on his great side "'with a crash-like thunder "'that might have been heard six miles off. "'A splendid mass of pure white spray "'burst from the spot where he fell, "'and in another moment he was gone.' "'I do believe it's New Zealand Tom,' cried Bill Blunt, referring to an old bull whale that had become famous among the men who frequented these seas, for its immense size and fierceness, and for the great trouble it had given them smashing some of their boats and carrying away many of their harpoons. "'I don't know whether it's New Zealand Tom "'or not,' said the captain, "'but it's pretty clear that he's an old sperm bull. "'Give way, lads, we must get that whale "'whatever it should cost us. "'We did not need a second bidding. "'The size of the fish was so great "'that we felt more excited "'than we had yet been during the voyage, "'so we bent our oars till we almost "'pulled the boat out of the water. "'The other boats had got separated, "'chasing the little whales, "'so we had this one all to ourselves.' "'Thar she blows,' said Tom Loken's "'in a low voice, "'as the fish came up a short distance "'of stern of us. "'We had overshot our mark, "'so turning about we made for the whale, "'which kept for a considerable time "'near the top of the water, "'spouting now and then "'and going slowly to windward. "'We at last got within a few feet of the monster, "'and the captain suddenly gave the word. "'Stand up!' "'This was to our harpooner, Tom Loken's, "'who jumped up on the instant "'and buried two harpoons deep in the blubber. "'Stern all,' was the next word, "'and we backed off with all our might. "'It was just in time. "'For in his agony the whale tossed his tail "'right over our heads. "'The flukes were so big that they could "'have completely covered the boat, "'and he brought them down flat on the sea "'with a clap that made our ears tingle "'while a shower of spray drenched us to the skin. "'For one moment I thought it was all over with us. "'But we were soon out of immediate danger, "'and lay on our oars, "'watching the writhings of the wounded monster "'as he lashed the ocean into foam. "'The water all round us soon became white, "'like milk, "'and the foam near the whale was red with blood. "'Suddenly this seized, "'and before we could pull up to lance him, "'he went down, taking the line out "'at such a rate that the boat spun round, "'and sparks of fire flew from the loggerhead "'from the chafing of the rope. "'Hold on,' cried the captain, "'and next moment we were tearing "'over the sea at a fearful rate "'with a bank of white foam rolling before us "'high above our bowels "'and away on each side of us "'like the track of a steamer "'so that we expected at every moment "'to rush in, board, and swamp us. "'I had never seen anything like this before. "'From the first I had a kind of feeling "'that some evil would befall us. "'While we were tearing over the water in this way, "'we saw the other whales coming up every now and then, "'and blowing quite near to us, "'and presently we passed close enough "'to the first mate's boat "'to see that he was fast to a fish "'and unable, therefore, "'to render us help if we should need it. "'In a short time the line began to slack, "'so we hauled it in hand over hand, "'and Tom Locans coiled it away in the tub "'in the stern of the boat, "'while the captain took his place in the bow "'to be ready with the lance. "'The whale soon came up "'and we pulled with all our might towards him. "'Instead of making off again, however, "'he turned round and made straight at the boat. "'I now thought that destruction was certain, "'for when I saw his great blunt forehead "'coming down on us like a steamboat, "'I felt that we could not escape. "'I was mistaken. "'The captain received him on the point of his lance, "'and the whale has such a dislike to pain "'that even a small prick will sometimes turn him. "'For some time we kept dodging round this fellow, "'but he was so old and wise that he always turned his head to us "'and prevented us from getting a chance to lance him. "'At last he turned a little to one side "'and the captain plunged the lance deep into his vitals. "'Ha! That's touched his life,' cried Tom, "'as a stream of blood blew up from his blowholes, "'a sure sign that he was mortally wounded. "'But he was not yet conquered. "'After receiving the cruel stab with the lance, "'he pitched right down, head foremost, "'and once more the line began to fly out over the bow. "'We tried to hold on, but he was going so straight down "'that the boat was almost swamped, "'and we had to slack off to prevent our being pulled "'under water. "'Before many yards of the line had run out, "'one of the coils in the tub became entangled. "'Look out, lads,' cried Tom, "'and at once throwing the turn off the loggerhead, "'he made an attempt to clear it. "'The captain, in trying to do the same thing, slipped and fell. "'Seeing this, I sprang up, "'and grasping the coil as it flew past, tried to clear it. "'Before I could think, a turn whipped round my left wrist. "'I fell to rent as if my arm had been torn out of the socket, "'and in a moment I was overboard, "'going down with almost lightning speed "'into the depths of this sea. "'Strange to say, I did not lose my presence of mind. "'I knew exactly what had happened. "'I felt myself rushing down, down, down, with terrific speed. "'Extreme of fire seemed to be whizzing past my eyes. "'There was a dreadful pressure on my brain "'and roaring as if of thunder in my ears. "'Yet even in that dread moment thoughts of eternity "'of my sins and of meeting with my God flashed into my mind, "'for thought is quicker than the lightning flash.' "'Of a sudden, the roaring ceased, "'and I felt myself buffeting the water fiercely "'in my efforts to reach the surface. "'I know not how I got free, "'but I suppose the turn of the line "'must have slackened off somehow. "'All this happened within the space of a few brief moments, "'but, oh, they seemed fearfully long to me. "'I do not think I could have held my breath a second longer. "'When I came to the surface and tried to look about me, "'I saw the boat, not more than fifty yards off, "'and being a good swimmer I struck out for it, "'although I felt terribly exhausted. "'In a few minutes my comrades saw me, "'and with a cheer put out the oars, "'and began to row towards me. "'I saw that the line was slack "'and that they were hauling it in, "'a sign that the whale had ceased running "'and would soon come to the surface again. "'Before they had pulled half a dozen strokes, "'I saw the water open close beside the boat, "'and the monstrous head of the whale "'shot up like a great rock rising out of the deep. "'He was not more than three feet from the boat, "'and he came up with such force "'that more than half his gigantic length "'came out of the water, right over the boat. "'I heard the captain's loud cry, "'Stern off!' "'But it was too late. "'The whole weight of the monster's body fell upon the boat. "'There was a crash and a terrible cry "'as the whale and the boat went down together. "'For a few moments he continued to lash the sea in his fury, "'and the fragments of the boat floated all around him. "'I thought that every man, of course, had been killed, "'but one after another their heads appeared "'in the midst of blood and foam, "'and they struck out for oars and pieces of the wreck. "'Providentially the whale in his tossings "'had shot a little away from the spot, "'else every man must certainly have been killed. "'A feeling of horror filled my heart as I beheld this, "'and thought upon my position. "'Fortunately I had succeeded in reaching a broken plank, "'for my strength was now so much exhausted "'that I could not have kept my head above water "'any longer without its assistance. "'Just then I heard a cheer, "'and the next time I rose on the swell "'I looked quickly around and saw the mate's boat "'making for the scene of action "'as fast as a stout and willing crew could pull. "'In a few minutes more I was clutched by the arm "'and hauled into it. "'My comrades were next rescued, "'and we thanked God when we found that none were killed, "'although one of them had got a leg broken "'and another an arm twisted out of joint. "'They all, however, seemed to think "'that my escape was much more wonderful than theirs, "'but I cannot say that I agreed with them in this. "'We now turned our attention to the whale, "'which had dived again. "'As it was now loose we did not know, of course, "'where it would come up, so we lay still awhile. "'Very soon up he came, not far from us, "'and as fierce as ever. "'Now, lads, we must get that whale,' cried the mate, "'give way with the whale. "'The order was obeyed. "'The boat almost leaped over the swell, "'and before long another harpoon was in the whale's back. "'Fast again! Hurrah!' shuddered the mate. "'Now for the lance. "'He gave the monster two deep stabs while he spoke, "'and spouting the red stream of life it rolled on the sea "'in agony, obliging us to keep well out of its way. "'I could not look upon the dying struggles "'of this enormous fish without feelings of regret "'and self-reproach for helping to destroy it. "'I felt almost as if I were a murderer, "'and that the creator would call me to account "'for taking part in the destruction of one of his grandest living creatures. "'But the thought passed quickly from my mind, "'as the whale became more violent and went into its flurry. "'It began to lash the sea with such astonishing violence "'that all the previous struggles seemed as nothing. "'The water all round became white-like milk "'with great streaks of red blood running through it, "'and the sound of the quick blows of its tail "'and fins resembled that of dull hollow thunder. "'We gazed at this scene in deep silence, "'and with beating hearts. "'All at once the struggles ceased. "'The great carcass rolled over belly up "'and lay extended on the sea in death. "'To me it seemed as if a dead calm "'had suddenly fallen around us "'after a long and furious storm, "'so great was the change when that whale "'at length parted with its huge life. "'The silence was suddenly broken by three hardy cheers "'and then, fastening a rope to our prize, "'we commenced towing it to the ship, "'which operation occupied us the greater part of the night "'for we had no fewer than eight miles to pull.'" End of Chapter 7 Chapter 8 OF FIGHTING THE WALES This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. FIGHTING THE WALES by R. M. Ballantyne Chapter 8 DEATH ON THE SEA The whale which we had taken, as I have related in the last chapter, was our largest fish of that season. It produced ninety barrels of oil, and was worth about five hundred pounds sterling, so that we did not grieve much over the loss of our boat. But our next loss was of a kind that could not be made up for by oil or money, for it was the loss of a human life. In the whale fishery, men must, like soldiers, expect to risk their lives frequently, and they have too often a last to mourn over the loss of a shipmate or friend. Up to this time our voyage had gone prosperously. We had caught so many fish that nearly half our cargo was already completed, and if we should be as lucky as the remainder of the voyage we should be able to return home to Old England much sooner than we had expected. Of course, during all this time we had met with some disappointments, for I am not describing everything that happened on that voyage. It would require a much thicker volume than this to tell the half of our adventures. We lost five or six fish by their sinking before we could get them made fast to the ship, and one or two bold until fast that they broke loose and carried away a number of harpoons and many a fathom of line. But such misfortunes were what we had to look for. Every whaler meets with similar changes of luck, and we did not expect to fare differently from our neighbors. These things did not cause us much regret beyond the time of their occurrence, but it was far otherwise with the loss that now befell us. It happened one forenoon. I was standing close to the starboard gangway early that morning, looking over the side into the calm water, for there was not a breath of wind, and talking to the first mate who was a gruff surly man, but a good officer, and kind enough in his way when everything went smooth with him. The things don't go very smooth generally in whaling life, so the mate was often a gruff and sweet. Bob Librae said, Have you got your cutting in gear in order? I've got a notion that we'll raise the oil this day. All right, sir, you might shave yourself with a blubber spade. That was a good fish we got last, sir, wasn't it? Pretty good. Though I've seen bigger. He gave us a deal of trouble, too, said I. Not so much as I've seen others give, said he. When I was fishing in the Greenland Seas, we made fast to a whale that cost us, I don't know how many hundred dollars. You must know the first mate was a Yankee, and he reckoned everything in dollars. How was that, sir? asked I. Well, it was something in this fashion. We were floating about in the North Atlantic on calm hot day, just something like this. Only it was afternoon, not the morning. We were doing nothing, and whistling for a breeze when all of a sudden up comes five or six whales all around the ship, as if they had spied her from the bottom of the sea and had come up to have a squinn at her. Of course, the boats were manned at once, and unless in no time we were tearing after him like all alive. But then whales were pretty wildish, I guess. They kept us pulling the best part of five hours before we got a chance at them. My boat was out of sight of the ship before we made fast to a regular snorer, a hundred barrel or at the least, the moment he felt the iron away he went like the shot out of a gun. But he didn't keep it up long for soon after another of our boats came up and made fast. Well, for some two or three hours we held fast, but could not haul on to him to use the lance. For the moment we came close up alongside of his tail he peaked flukes and dived, then up again and away as fast as ever. It was about noon before we touched him again, but by that time two more harpoons were made fast and two other boats cast tow lines aboard of us and were hauled along. That was four boats and more than 1,600 fathoms of line besides four harpoons it was fast to that whale, and yet for all that he went ahead as fast as we could have rode, taking us along with him quite easy. A breeze having sprung up our ship overhauled us in the course of the afternoon, and towards evening we sent a line on board to see if that would stop the big fish and the top sails were lowered so as to throw some of the ship's weight on him, but the irons drew out with a string. However, we determined to try it again. Another line was sent aboard about eight o'clock and the top sails were lowered, but the line snapped immediately. Well, we held on to that whale the whole of that night and at four o'clock next morning just 36 hours after he was first struck two fast lines were taken aboard the ship. The breeze was fresh and against us, so the top gallant sails were taken in, the courses hauled up, and the top sails clued down. Yet I assure you that whale towed the ship dead against the wind for an hour and a half at the rate of two miles an hour, and all the while beating the water with his fins and tail so that the sea was in a continual foam. We did not kill that fish till after 40 hours of the hardest work I ever went through. Some of my shipmates seemed to doubt the truth of this story, but for my part I believed it, because the mate was a grave truthful man, though he was gruff and never told lies as far as I knew. Moreover, a case of the same kind happened some years afterward to a messmate of mine while he was serving aboard the Royal Bounty on the 28th of May, 1817. I know that some of the stories which I now tell must seem very wild and unlikely to landsmen, but those who have been to the whale fishery will admit that I tell nothing but the truth, and if there are any of my readers who are still doubtful I would say go and read the works that Captain Scorsby. It is well known that this whaling captain was a truly religious man who gave up the fishing, though it turned him in plenty of money, and became a minister of the gospel with a small income, so it's not likely that he would have told what was untrue. Well in his works we find stories that are quite as remarkable as the one I have just told, some of them more so. For instance he tells us of one whale in the Greenland Seas which was not killed till it had drawn out 10,440 yards, or about six miles of line, fastened to fifteen harpoons, besides taking one of the boats entirely underwater which boat was never seen again. The mate told us two or three more stories, and a lot of us were gathered round him listening eagerly for there is nothing jack like so much as a good yarn, when all of a sudden the man at the mast had sang out that a large sperm whale was spouting away, two points off the lead bow. Of course we were at our posts in a moment. There she blows, there she breaches, sung the lookout. Lower away, roared the captain, the boats were in the water and the men on their seats in a moment. The whale we were after was a very large one, we could see that for after two hours hard pulling we got near enough to throw a harpoon and after it was fixed he jumped clean out of the water. Then there was the usual battle. It was fierce and long, so long that I began to fear we would have to return empty hands into the ship. We put ten harpoons into him one after another and had a stiff run between the fixing of each. It is astonishing the difference between the fish. One will give you no trouble at all. I have often seen a good big fellow killed in half an hour. Another will take you half a day and perhaps you may lose him after all. The whale we were now after at last took to showing fight. He made two or three runs at the boat, but the mate who was in command pricked him off at the lance cleverly. At last we gave him a severe wound and immediately he dived. That was into his life remarked Tom Locans as we sat waiting for him to come up again. The captain's boat was close to ours about ten yards off. We had not to wait long. The sudden stoppage and slacking off of all the lines showed that the whale was coming up. All at once I saw a dark object rising directly under the captain's boat, before I could make out what it was, almost before I could think. The boat flew up into the air as if a powder magazine had exploded beneath it. The whale had come up and hit it with his head right on the keel so that it was knocked into pieces and the men oars, harpoons, lances and tackles shot up in confusion into the air. Immediately after that the whale went into his flurry, but we paid no attention to him and our anxiety to pick up our companions. They all came to the surface quickly enough, but while some made for the boats vigorously, others swam slowly and with pain showing that they were hurt, while one or two floated as if dead upon the water. Most of the men had escaped with only a few cuts and bruises, but one poor fellow was hauled out of the water with a leg broken, and another was so badly knocked about the head that it was a long time before he was again fit for duty. The worst case, however, was that of poor Fred Borders. He had a leg broken and a severe wound in the side from a harpoon which had been forced into the flesh over the barb so that we could hardly get it drawn out. We laid him in the stern of the boat, where he lay for some time insensible, but in a short time he revived and spoke to us in a faint voice. His first words were, I'm dying, messmates. Don't say that, Fred, said I, while my heart sank within me. Cheer up, my boy, you'll live to be the death of many a whale yet. See, put your lips to this can, it'll do you good. He shook his head gently, being too weak to reply. We had killed a big fish that day, and we knew that when he was tried in we should have completed our cargo. But there was no cheer given when the monster turned over on his side, and the pull to the ship that evening seemed to us the longest and heaviest we ever had, for our hearts were very sad. Next day Fred was worse, and we all saw that his words would come true. He was dying. I was permitted to nurse my poor messmate, and I spent much of my time in reading the Bible to him at his own request. He lived about a week after the accident, and then he died. We buried our shipmate in the usual sailor fashion. We wrapped him in his hammock with a cannonball at his feet to sink him. The captain read the burial service at the gangway, and then, in deep silence, we committed his corpse to the deep. End of chapter 8