I hit a couple, and with hoarse grunts of pain and fury they all wriggled off the ice and dived out of sight.

The boat was hurried to within five yards of Mac's bull, and an Eskimo hurled a harpoon, hit the large bull, and threw overboard the sealskin float.

At this stage of the game about forty other walruses, that had been feeding below, came up to the surface to see what the noise was about, spitting the clam shells out of their mouths and snorting.

The water was alive with the brutes, and many of them were so close to us that we could hit them with the oars.

A harpoon was driven into another by a corking throw; and just then, when my magazine was empty, things began to come our way.
"Suddenly a large bull, followed by two others, all wounded, came to the surface twenty yards off, gave tongue to their battle-cry and charged.
The Eskimos were not pleased at the look of things.