Spite of all our efforts, he drew nearer and nearer; at length rubbing his fiery flank against the Chamois' gunwale, here and there leaving long strips of the glossy transparent substance which thin as gossamer invests the body of the Cachalot.
In terror at a sight so new, Samoa shrank.

But Jarl and I, more used to the intimate companionship of the whales, pushed the boat away from it with our oars: a thing often done in the fishery.
The close vicinity of the whale revived in the so long astute Skyeman all the enthusiasm of his daring vocation.

However quiet by nature, a thorough-bred whaleman betrays no little excitement in sight of his game.

And it required some persuasion to prevent Jarl from darting his harpoon: insanity under present circumstances; and of course without object.

But "Oh! for a dart," cried my Viking.