About seven o'clock we heard a splashing out along the floe.
"Seals!" remarked the captain.
"Bet you, I'll have one of those fellows!" exclaimed Donovan, catching up a pike-pole, and dropping over the rail.
"Can he get near enough to kill them with a pole, suppose ?" Wade queried.
"That's the way the sealers kill them," replied the captain.

"Send the men out on the ice with nothing but clubs and knives.

The seals can't move very fast: nothing but their flippers to help themselves with.

The men run along the edges of the ice, and get between them and the water.

The seals make for the water; and the men knock them on the heads with clubs, and then butcher them." "It's a horribly bloody business, I should think," said Raed.
"Well, not so bad as a Brighton slaughter-pen, quite," rejoined the captain.