The Western news., 1903-08-05
WHALE HUNTING
BY MARK SULLIVAN.
TIE was Norwegian, but his sea

/ T. was Norwegian, nut MS sea
III English was as good as the kings.
He was big and muscular, with a rare
combination of weight and witness
His face and eyes were stern enough
when he shouted orders from the
bridge, but, when playing the host in
his cabin. as merry as Santa Claus
without the whiskers. His skin was
tanned by the salt spray and burned by
the sun of every degree of latitude
where ships have ever been. He had
caught whales in every sea, from the
Persian gulf to Batiin's bay; and a few
years ago he aband oned the old way
of New Bedford and all romance-the
threey year-long, round the world
cruise in sailing vessel-to try the
adaptation of steam to whaling. For
the big brick oven on the deck to boil
the blubber (Which all remember who
know The Cruise of the Cachalot) he
substituted a permanent factory for
refining the oil. located on the north
ern shore of Newfoundland. From this
he steamed out to the whaling grounds
each morning and back a night. rare
ly without prize. For the old method
of throwing harpoon by hand from a
small boat he substituted harpoon
gun from the bow of his whaler; and
with these improvements conducted a
business that will soon make the few
surviving New Bedford sailing whalers
as obsolete as wooden plows.
lay in his spare bunk across the
narrow cabin from his own, and
dropped to sleep as he finished tale,
strangely like Kipling's Three Seal
ers." of fight between rival crews for
a dead whale in the Okhotek sea. Only
a minute later. it seemed, bumped
my head against the top of the bunk
to the quick awakening Of an excited
Norwegian craft cry from the top of
the companionway. Thecaptain leaped
from his bunk. He waited not for
shoes nor for other clothes than those
he selpt in, but bounded up the steps.
shouting orders as he ""n. While
dres. led c,uld feel the 4c.ck stopping
the short advances and retreats Of the
engines. and l knew we were stalking
game. When I reached the deck the
captain had one hand on the gun.
swinging it about on its pivot. With
the other he was making signals to the
engineer to stop, to go toward a little,
or to go back. Following his eyes, I
caught sight of our game. 1t looked
like huge. cigar-shaped piece of
smooth. shiny slate-colored India rub
ber, rising at regular intervals so that
four or five feet of his diameter and 40
feet of his length showed like a mound
on the smooth water. With alternate
rising and dipping he was gliding
smoothly forward, without apparent
exertion. but with tremendous speed,
and in perfectly straight line. We
were approaching him from behind at
an angle, SO that his course and ours
were the sides of a v.
The captain on the raised platform
in the bow, following with the mouth
of his cannon the course of the whale,
was the personification of alertness.
The crew were grouped behind him as
eager and expectant as if they had
never caught whale before. One Of
them touched me on the shoulder and
pointed silently mile away, where a
dozen other whales were spouting fine
columns of vapor. When l turne-
again to our whale he had risen once
more, and we were within 30 feet of
him. Every person on the ship was in
a state of tiptoe alertness. Suddenly
came the crash of the gun. Isaw a hid
eous red zigzag cash on the broad side
of the whale; I heard the rumbling
roar of the time bomb at the point of
the harpoon exploding in the whales
vitals. On deck there was a convulsive
pandemonium. The captain. in the de-
lirium of the hunter at the death of his
quarry, was shrieking shrill staccato
orders. The crew were leaping to their
posts. Suddenly felt the bow of the
vessel give a jerk beneath me. then
tremble a moment. and slowly dip.
The whale had gone straight down
ward. The rope attached to the har-
poon shot over the bow 90 fast that the
eye could not follow; where it touched
the wood a curling column of smoke
arose. The windlass spun round like
. boys top. It hummed and buzzed
with the noise of q flying locomotive.
Coil after coil Of rope leaped into moth.
in9ness like magician's flower pots.
Gradually the windlass ceased to spin
The whale had touched bottom. TAa