They grabbed the oars and began to bang them on the gunwale of the boat, yelling like so many steam sirens, hoping to scare the invaders off; but they might as well have been crooning lullabies.
"Mac, who had never before shot anything larger than a bird, was cool, and his automatic was going off like a pom-pom, when we cut loose on the charging trio.

Their numerous companions added to the general din; and the reports of the rifles, the shouts and pounding of the Eskimos, with the bellowing of the infuriated animals, sounded like Vesuvius blowing its head off.

We sank one walrus, then disabled another; but the biggest one dived and came up with a snort right alongside of the boat, so that he blew water in our faces.

With our guns almost touching his head, we let drive--and he began to sink.

With a triumphant cheer, the Eskimos harpooned him.
"Then we signaled to the _Roosevelt_ to come up, and as soon as the friends and neighbors of the deceased smelled the smoke, they made for parts unknown.
"In this hunt, as in all other walrus hunts I was in, I had a hard time in trying not to take a crack at the floats.