The Whale of the Seas

The whale was now going head out and sending his spout before him in a continual tormented jet, while his one poor fin beat his side in an agony of fright. The three mates stood up proudly, occasionally backing the after oarsman with an exhilarating cry of there she slides. Now, hurrah for the white ash breeze down with the yarman sail over him. But so decided an original start. With a shout, they took a mortal start forwards and slantingly ranged up on the german's quarter. An instant more, and all four boats were diagonal in the whale's immediate wake,. stretching from them on both sides was the foaming swell that he made