I did! Many a
time I've been spanked by his horrid old tail. The nasty, blundering,
floundering, walloping old"--and here the end of the sentence dribbled
away in a sort of washy whisper.

"Such a mouth!" said the next Wave, taking up the story. "Like a
fishing-smack lined with red morocco! And such a temper! I wouldn't be
so crusty for all"--but just here the Wave toppled over as usual, and
the rest of the sentence ran back into the sea.

"Once," said the next Wave, still scolding about the Whale,--"once he
got so far up on the shore that he couldn't get back into the water for
a long time, and he blamed me for it, and called me names. He said I was
a mean, low tide;" but just as Davy was eagerly listening for the rest
of the story this Wave, like the rest, broke into foam and washed away.

"It's really too ridiculous, the way they break off their sentences!"
cried Davy, impatiently.

"Is it, indeed!" said a big Wave, coming in with a rush. "Perhaps you'd
like to get acquainted with an angry sea!"

It was an angry sea, indeed; for, as the Wave said this, the ocean was
suddenly lashed into fury, the water rose into huge, green billows that
came tossing up on the shore, and Davy, scrambling to his feet, ran for
his life. The air was filled with flying spray, and he could hear the
roar of the water coming on behind him with a mighty rush as he ran
across the beach, not daring to stop until he found himself out of reach
of the angry ocean, on a high bluff of sand. Here he stopped, quite out
of breath, and looked back.

The wind was blowing fiercely, and a cloud of spray was dashed in his
face as he turned toward it, and presently the air was filled with
lobsters, eels, and wriggling fishes that were being carried inshore by
the gale. Suddenly, to Davy's astonishment, a dog came sailing along. He
was being helplessly blown about among the lobsters, uneasily jerking
his tail from side to side to keep it out of reach of their great claws,
and giving short, nervous barks from time to time, as though he were
firing signal-guns of distress. In fact, he seemed to be having such a
hard time of it that Davy caught him by the ear as he was going by, and
landed him in safety on the beach. He proved to be a very shaggy,
battered-looking animal, in an old pea-jacket, with a weather-beaten
tarpaulin hat jammed on the side of his head, and a patch over one eye;
altogether he was the most extraordinary-looking animal that could be