There's Niagara.

I don't know whether you've heard of it, but it's a place where a great river jumps down over a wall of rock, as high as that steeple there, with a roar like thunder that can be heard, they say, on a still night, for twenty miles round.
"I have got some that will interest you more still, because you are sailors, or are going to be sailors.

I have got one of the killing of a whale.

He has just thrown a boat, with five sailors, into the air, with a lash of his tail; but it's of no use, for there are other boats round, and the harpoons are striking deep in his flesh.

He is a big fish, and a strong one; but he will be beaten, for he does not know how to use his strength.