Wyn Roosevelt, The Frontier Boys in the Sierras…
“ Jim was in the bow of the boat, ready to use the harpoon when the time should come. Once or twice he stood up in the bow and plunged it down into the blue bosom of a rounded wave with all his force, the water slashing white from the track of the tearing weapon.“Better save your strength,” warned Juarez, who was at the steering oar.“Just getting warmed up, lad,” said Jim.“Think you can fetch him, Jim?” inquired Jo anxiously.“Sure,” replied his older brother confidently. “I reckon a whale is no tougher than a grizzly, and we’ve got them.”“Not with a harpoon,” remarked Jeems Howell. ”
