We knew she carried fourteen boats to our five (we were one short through the desertion of Wainwright), and she began dropping them far to leeward of our last boat, continued dropping them athwart our course, and finished dropping them far to windward of our first weather boat.

The hunting, for us, was spoiled.

There were no seals behind us, and ahead of us the line of fourteen boats, like a huge broom, swept the herd before it.
Our boats hunted across the two or three miles of water between them and the point where the _Macedonia's_ had been dropped, and then headed for home.

The wind had fallen to a whisper, the ocean was growing calmer and calmer, and this, coupled with the presence of the great herd, made a perfect hunting day--one of the two or three days to be encountered in the whole of a lucky season.

An angry lot of men, boat-pullers and steerers as well as hunters, swarmed over our side.