ter as we
do in it. But the whale wants to come up to the top of the water. He
wants to come up to breathe. Well, all at once, the man who was
looking out the day I speak of, when I had such a run, sung out as
loud as he could, "There she blows!" We all knew what that meant. That
is what they always say when they see a whale. It means, "There is a
whale come up to breathe." This whale was a great way off. I should
think he was a mile from the ship.

Well, the captain told some of us to get into a boat, and to go out
after the whale. We did so. The boats are always kept ready, and it
takes only a minute to let the boat down, and start off. We rowed as
fast as we could, until we came up near where the whale was lying.
Oh, what a large whale! As soon as the boat got near enough, one man
threw two harpoons at the whale, and they both stuck fast in his
flesh. A harpoon is a long and sharp iron, made like a spear, so that
when it strikes the whale, it goes in deep, and you cannot pull it
out. The harpoon is fastened to a long rope, and the rope is tied to
the boat.

As soon as the whale felt these irons in his side, he began to run.
I never knew before that a whale could swim so fast. It took him only
a very little while to run out with all the loose rope; and our boat
went through the water pretty fast, you may be sure. I was afraid the
whale would take it into his head to dive down towards the bottom. If
he had gone down, we should have gone with him, unless we could have
cut the rope. But he did not go down. Away we went, as fast as if we
had been on a railroad. He was all the time taking us further from the
ship. "Well," we thought, "what is going to become of us!" The whale
did not seem to care any thing about that. I suppose he thought that
was our look-out, and not his.

But the fellow got tired out by and by. He had bled so much, that he
began to grow faint. At last he went so slow, that we rowed up to him,
and stabbed him with a long knife. He died pretty soon after that,
and we got more than two hundred barrels of oil out of him.

Catching whales seems a cruel business to you. It is a cruel business.
I never liked it. But somebody must do it. The butcher who kills
oxen, and sheep, and calves, has to be cruel. But we must have
butchers. We must have people to kill whales, though you never will
catch me chasing after a whale again, as long as my name is Jack
Mason.

Whales do not always run like the one I have