R. M. Ballantyne,
Fighting the Whales
“ Whales appeared in great numbers around us. The old cry of “There she blows!” ran out frequently from the mast-head, and the answering cry from the captain, “Where away?” was followed by the “Stand by to lower!—lower away.” Then came the chase, with all its dangers and excitement—the driving of the harpoon, the sudden rush of the struck fish, the smoke and sparks of fire from the logger-head, the plunging of the lance, the spouting blood, the “flurry” at the end, and the wild cheer as we beheld our prize floating calmly on the sea. ”
