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A MASSACRE OF WHALES.

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A MASSACRE OF WHALES. A recent number of the "Knickerbocker, or New York Merchant's Magazine," contains the following interesting description of a whale hunt, which we may undoubtedly at- tribute to the versatile and graphic pen of Mr. Herman Melville, whose talents in describing such scenes are unequalled: The weather was clear and pleasant, with wind enough to cause a moderate swell. After the boats were clear, both ships filled their after-sails, and set their mainsails, continuing on the port or larboard tack. It was a grand regatta. Eight boats spread over a space of two miles, all pulling for our boat, which led the van. Most of the men were naked to the loins, having nothing on but straw hats and drawers. It was having nothing on but straw hats and drawers. It was then customary with whalers, when cruising in the torrid zone, to dispense with shirts. The officers, of course, wore them, by way of distinction; but even they, when stowing down oil, stripped naked. The Bkin, when first exposed to the snn, blisters and peels off; but the new skin becomes as tough as that of a Malay, and not unlike it in colour. Mr. Wilcox, our chief mate, a native of Nantucket, and one of the best whalers that ever headed a boat, soon passed the boats of the Nimrod, and was gradually gaining upon Captain Sharp. Every boat's crew were doing their utmost, encouraged by their officers, who, while they steered, also shoved at the after oar, bending and throwing their arms aloft at every stroke. The boats seemed to dash from aea to sea, raising the spray from their oars in circling foam. OVERTAKING THE FISH-A LONG PULL. We had pulled an hour, and yet no whales had been -signalled from either ship. All this time I had been at the steer-oar of Captain Hunter's boat, and the captain pulled my oar "Melville," said he, wiping the sweat from his brow. "you must have been mistaken in the course of the whales. We are now seven miles dead to windward and if the whales, as you said, were bound to leeward, we surely ought to be up with them." Just as I was framing an answer, my attention was at- tracted by something under water Stern your port oars, pull the starboard; stand up, captain; quick, spring aft; pull, for God's sake, pull!" A large white- headed whale, bound to leeward, broke water alongside of the boat with a rush, and, before I could lay the boat on, had almost passed us. Captain Hunter, however, was nimble as a cat, and springing aft, iron in hand, let fly a pitch-pole dart. The iron, thrown point up- ward, curved in the air, and came down plump into the whale's back, before the hump. Up went his flukes like a black cloud amid a shower of spray, and the next instant came down like a clap of thunder, sending the water masthead high. Although fast, the iron was not in good holding ground, nor had it injured the whale. Alternately head and flukes out, he rushed to leeward, and as the line flew out of the chocks, nearly capsized the boat before she could be laid round. The line as it whizzed around the logger-head sent up a cloud of smoke and fire, in spite of water thrown upon it by the after-oarsman. We were compelled to veer 80 much line, before the boat could be pointed after him, and the line put in the chocks, that we felt appre- hensive of losing- our lines altogether, if he sounded. Our chance of holding on, too, was rather doubtful; for the irpR, though well in, was liable to tear out, as the vicinity of the hump is tender. A NOBLE FELLOW. Mr. Hall, our third mate, comprehended thQ state of things at a glance, and laid his boat to head the whale, and fasten as he passed. "Lay on—lay on hard!" shouted Mr. Hall; and as the whale straightened him- self out, let fly two irons and a lance into him near the starboard fin. Mr. Hall's commanding height, his long, dark hair streaming over his shoulders, his mus- cular arms, bare to the elbows, and his easy but rapid motions, excited remarks from every one in our boat. 4' What a noble fellow that Hall is said our captain. He's so cool and fearless, that even death itself could not throw him off his guard," remarked another. He's 4etermined to kill the whale with his irons," chimed in a third. "See," said a fourth, "he has both irons on "tfee fly at once, and a lance, too!" Never were the weapons of death thrown from a whale-boat with more .apparent ease and rapidity; but the whale, though struck near the heart, was not vanquished. He milled short round, and giving a cut with his flukes, snapped two of Mr. Hall's oars like pipe-stems in the rowlocks, and nearly filled the boat with water. But before the spray had ceased falling, Mr. Hall gave him another lance, which made him spout thick blood. The monster made a half-breach, and when he came down, bent his body, and, giving a tremendous cut with his flukes, shook our iron out, and then went round and round in his flurry. We hauled our line in, straightened the Iron. and made the craft ready for another whale. Captain Sharp came up just as the iron drew, and said, "Captain Hunter, the start from your ship was not fair. I would not have served you so." "Captain Hunter," I replied, had nothing to do with it. 1 saw the whales, and Mr. Hall lowered the boats. But see, Captain Sharp, look to windward, there is a school of whales coming down upon us. I'll bet my suit of clothes that you'll get, a hundred barrels out of them, if you move quick, instead of growling at us." "Spring to your oars, men," shouted Captain Sharp, shoving at the after oar himself pull, there's a large whale ahead;" and in a few strokes he led all the other boats. But we lay on our oars, knowing that the whales would never pause until they came to their wounded companion. It often happens that only a single whale is in sight, but shortly after fastening, whales will be seen coming from all directions to see what is the matter; at least, that is the inference of whalers. A DISAPPOINTMENT-CHAGRIN OF THE CAPTAIN. More than a hundred whales, principally cows, were coming, head out, toward the woun ded whale. A fifty- barrel bull was ahead of Captain S4 arp's boat; his boat ste^er was up, harpoon in hand; the chance for a good dart appeared excellent, but unluckily the whale saw the boat, and as the irons were darted, curved his side concavely toward the boat, and received them harm- lessly upon the wrinkled, slack skin. Off he went frightened, but not hurt, blowing like a high-pressure steam-engine. Captain Sharp dashed his hat down in the stern-sheets and jumped upon it, while his boat steerer drew the irons in and replaced them in the crutch. Although furious with disappointment, he was too a whaler not to perceive the cause of his boat steerer's failure to fasten. Such a man as Mr. Hall would have sent an iron through the slack skin. Captain Sharp, a month later, said that ke had failed to fasten more than twenty times under similar circumstances. Though angry, he could not find it in his soul to utter a word of reproof to his boat-steerer. We forelaid the bull as he came rushing toward the wounded whale, and Captain Hunter gave him two irons abaft the fin, which made him spout thin blood. Down he went, like a shot, making the line around the loggerhead blaze at times with friction, and we were afraid he wotdd take out all our line before he slackened speed. But other dangers were crowding thick and fast around us. Ihe surface or the sea for miles was alive with whales, mrT i? x. 118 ail<^ the large whale to which Mr. Hall had fastened was spouting thick blood, and running round and round in his dying flurry. Boat after boat came up and fastened, until all the eight were fast, Stern hard lay on lay off; head on, and stern off," mingled with some terrible swearing, might have been heard, as the boats were dragged foul one another or were threatened with destruction bv the whales throwing their heads and flukes out. Our bull came up, and, bull-like, made a dash dead to windward across the course of Mr. Hall's whale, nearly capsizing his boat, but the mate gave him a lance tha.t hove him to, a.nd made him mill round once more to leeward. He was now spouting thick blood, but was still so wicked that we could not come within lance-reach of him. What a scene! The sea for miles was covered with blood, the matter emitted from the terrified and dying whales had smoothed its waves, which rolled unbroken, except where the work of slaughter was going on, and the declining sun seemed in a blaze, throwing his flames over all. A "SCHOOL" OF WHALES. The ships were yet to leeward, standing on the lar- board tack, and the whales kept edging in the same di- rection. Again the whales were all huddled together like a flock of sheep, following the lead of a loose, wounded cow, and the boats among them lancing. Sometimes they surrounded the dying whales and circled with them in the flurry, then sheered off and returned again, apparently seeking the protection of the, bull-whales. In one of these encounters Captain Sharp's boat ran foul of ours. He was wild with ex- citement, and cried out to us, Cut your line, your whale's foul of mine, and will drag us down." Go down and be then, but I shan't cut," rejoined Captain Hunter. Then I shalland he seized a spade to dart it across our line, but before he could bring it to bear, the whales, which had been running in opposite directions, came together again with a rush, and prostrated Sharp in the body of the boat and at the same time, threw his after oarsman overboard. He held on to the spade, and was on his feet again in a twinkling. By some unknown process his whale had cleared ours, and dragged his boat more than a mile away before heaving to. We are still in the heart of the school, sometimes raised almost out of water be- tween two whales, and at other times shrouded from view in bloody water thrown uo by the whales a* they breached or pounded with their flukes. w A MAN IN THE WHALE'S MOUTH! *"0h, God groaned a voice in agony alongside of oui boat. I turned sharply round,^ and saw a man in the mouth of a loose whale. Instinotively I grasped the after-oar and rammed it down the whale's throat with all my might, then seized the man by the legs and dragged him into the stern sheets of our boat. The whale l^t go of him the moment the oar reached his gullet, but broke the oar in splinters, and went down. It was Captain Sharp's after-oarsman. In the confusion the boat bad been dragged away before the man was missed. The whole whale had ceased blowing; the blood rose and gurgled through his spout-hole, his flurry had slackened, and slowly he went round and round, wavering from Bide to side, like a water-logged vessel, as if at a loss on which side to turn up; then spasmodically making a final dash out of water, he turned over, fin out, headed towards the sun, and died. He was, no doubt, the patriarch of the school, and lead- ing them to other feeding-grounds when we intercepted him. He produced ninety-five barrels of oil. Mr. Hall, satisfied with his day's work, soon took the dead whale in tow toward the ship, about three miles to leeward. AN UNRULY WOUNDED BULL. Our bull, though spouting thick blood, was racing round among the cows, giving an occasional flourish with his flukes, scattering the bloody water in all direc- tions, and making the sea curl along the sides of the boat, and foam over the bow. On he went at the top of his speed, utterly reckless of all in his way. Bump he would rush against other whales, dragging us after him; nothing impeded his course, or seemed ts slacken his speed. Unluckily, one of the boats of the Nimrod was in his course the mate saw him, and gave him a lance in the head, but the next second the whale cap- sized the boat, and made a cut at her with his flukes. Here were six men afloat, but we did not cut to pick them up. Fortunately the mate, who was fast to a cow-whale, cut the line, as he felt the boat going over, and when all was clear soon righted her again. Two of her gunwhale strakes only were broken. The five other boats were all huddled together their headsmen swearing at each other to cut loose, so that their boats might work clear; but clear work was impossible. They had cut and refastened so often, that all their harpoons were buried in the whales. Some, in their eagerness to improve the chance of killing, had darted irons with drags attached to them, into loose whales, and these were rushing about, the drags furrowing the water like a spent shot. When the boats became foul, their lines were unhesitatingly cut, and the men began to lance wherever they had a chance. Cows and calves were coursing side by side; young bulls were breaching and cutting with their flukes but still the work of death went on. Over twenty school whales were turned up, and not a boat was fast to one of them. THE INDISCRIMINATE MASSACRE. Our bull made a few more circuits after he capsized the boat, and then turned up, fin out, alongside of Mr. Hall's whale. Captain Hunter immediately took charge of both whales, and sent Mr. Hall to put waifs into three school whales that were dead near us, and to call our chief and second mates from the fray, to take care of them. They were vying with the captain and officers of the Nimrod in killing whales, and did not seem to reflect that we had casks to hold, at most, only a couple of hundred barrels of oil. When Mr. Hall reached the scene of action, the cry was still, Lay on head on and stern off; look out for your oars: bail away," &c, The sea was blood-red for miles; sharks and killers were mingling in the contest; oars were smashed, and boats were almost capsized or filled with water and whales were circling in their flurry, or run- ning from one group to another, evidently looking for their leaders. Reluctantly our chief and second mates obeyed the captain's order, and followed the third mate, to take care of the wafted whales. Captain Sharp immediately followed our example. He saw that there were more whales turned up than he could take care of; for the weather was very hot, and they were liable to blast before we could try them out. But a very large school of whales still lingered near; several calves followed their dead mothers, even alongside of the ships, and played around them for hours. The sun was still two hours high, and the ships were favoured with a fine, whole-sail breeze, which enabled them to work up to the dead whales. By sunset we had our five whales in the fluke rope, shortened sail, and made preparations to cut in without delay. The Nimrod was about five miles distant, and had sixteen school whales alongside and astern. The young man I pulled out of a whale's mouth was bruised and cut, but none of his bones were broken. Immediately after I hauled him in, Captain Hunter tore his own shirt—the only shirt in the boat— into bandages for his wounds. He lay in the stern- sheets of the boat until we reached the ship, and was then conveyed to the cabin. We had been too busy to spare a boat to send him to his own ship. CUTTING IN.—AFFECTION OF YOUNG WHALES. After supper, and a stiff glass of grog all round, we went to work cutting in. This was our last fare: cheerily went the windlass round, and lively were the songs we sung, as we rolled the blanket-pieces up to the main-mast-head. Two small calves lingered near us, sometimes nestling alongside of their dead mothers, then frisking with their flukes, or half-breaching or run- ning off in a circle and returning at full speed. They passed through shoals of sharks, feeding upon the slivers and flesh cut from the whales; but neither sharks nor the noise of our jovial songs, the gleam of deadly spades nor the clanking of windlass-pauls at- tracted their notice. Their affection seemed stronger than their fear. Nor did they leave the ship until the dead bodies of their mothers, stripped of blubber, had been cut adrift, a prey to sharks. A "FULL SHIP''—THE RETURN HOME. After twenty-four hours of incessant labour the whales were cut in. When the blubber-room was partly filled, we commenced trying out. The Nimrod's fires also blazed brightly during the night. No one on board our ship closed his eyes to rest for thirty-six hours yet not a whisper of discontent was heard from any one. We were working for ourselves, as every one was, by the lay or share. Our whales stowed down about two hundred and five barrels of oil, and filled every spare cask. "We were full ship, with two thou- sand six hundred barrels of sperm oil on board. Not only did I receive the bottle of rum and suit of clothes for having seen the whales but all hands had a jollifi- cation, when the ship was cleared, at the captain's ex- pense. We put into Batta Gatta, a small bay on the northwest coast of Timor, to refit for the homeward passage. A few days before sailing we were joined by the Nimrod, which had "picked up," as the whalers say, five hundred and sixty barrels of oil before the whales disappeared. Neither Captain Sharp nor any of his boat's crew knew what had become of the young man who had been thrown out of the boat, and was on board our ship.

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