The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-04-16

| iron" went above his head like light
ming, and with a swish It's barbed point
swung through the air and stabbed
deep into the side of Sacred Ben.
Like the report OF a gun like touch
on trigger he responded. A hundred
| tons sprang into activity as lightly as
wildcat meets its foe. "Starn all!
| roaded' Timrod For your lives, starn
all" With their very souls In the strain
the crew pushed on their oars. A
| maelstrom of binding foam encompass
! ed the boat. Whirlpools of angry wa
ter spurted vicious gushes over its side
and deafening rush as though the MI
agara was in Portuguese Johns ears,
while the boat reeled and danced be-
| meath his feet. But the latent tiger at
the bottom of his heart was aroused,
| and he did not give back an inch. WHIP
Ing the spume from his face with his
left hand, with the right he sought and
grasped the Second IRON"
Timrod at the stern had for mo-
ment clearer view than his boat steer
er, and now he cried, "See, he's mill
ing"
So it was. The bull had settled in the
water at the prick Of the steel, and with
two strokes of his fins and lash of his
flukes (Which had caused the vortex
he was milling (turning) his bulk as
though on a pivot, with the effect of
bringing his tail underneath the whale
boat. Tlmrod was too old blubber
unter not to know what that meant.
An upward stroke of that tremendous
engine of destruction would send the
boat and crew fifty feet into the air
as though thrown aloft by am exploding
mine. He gave a great heave on his
long steering oar, and the boat whirled
about. John stood, harpoon uplifted
His eyes, searching the whirling eddies
in front saw the hukes of the whale of
the cross, curved like a bow, ascending
from the depths.
The next instant Timrod bent to his
blade again, and the boat again swung
from the rising DEATH The captain did
his best, but even as the bow turned
the great tail came from the sea
smoothly silently, as though driven by
some irresistible mechanical force. John
gazed at the black horror in momentary
paralysis, his iron poised for the
dart. It's point was caught by the cor
ner of the fluke and uipped as a boy
jerks his knife in inumblepeg The l1ar'
pooh turned upon its axis, and John
was impailed upon 1t. In continuance
of the motion the fiukes rose high In the
air and then sunk from sight. Sacred
Ben had sounded, and the line Missed
over Portuguese Johns PROSTATE body
through the checks in the bow.
L, 4 l,-a< 60 to, =,
whaleboat All is action. The men
scarcely realizing the tragedy, but
knowing the whale to be fact, peaked
their oars. Timrod reached for the line
and tossed two flakes from the tub to
give play that he might bring it over
the snubbing post in the stern sheets.
1t coiled through his hand like Kissing
serpent and in the very act of accom-
plishing his purpose flake leaped into
the air and. opening like a look of a
cowboys lasso, dropped over his Shout
ders. 1t seemed for a second that moth
ing could save him from being cut in
two But the bow oarsman happened
by the Almighty's favor--to see the ia
tai loop as it sprang in the air. In a
heart beat his sheathed Knife was flash
ed and the line was severed before it
had time to nip or become taut on the
second iron"
The "old man. vast the loosened coil
from his body and settled back in the
stern sheets. Jonas" he said to the
bow oarsman, II guess you saved my
bacon. But now look to John. Pm
afraid the cussed whale of the cross
has fixed him"