I don't believe they'll catch 'The Curlew,' sir.Capt.Mazard will be back here, I think." "I hope so." Truly, I thought to myself, if this young sailor doesn't complain, and even tries to offer consolation to us who have got him in this predicament, it isn't for me to look glum about it; though I am bound to own that some of the most cheerless moments of my life were passed during the twenty-four hours succeeding the ominous appearance of the "_Honorable Company's_" ship.
A great shouting and heave-ho-ing told us of our near approach to where the rest of our party were; and, turning a bend of the crags, we discovered them all four tugging at a line.
"What are they dragging, I wonder ?" Weymouth said to me.

"Oh! I see.
It's the sea-horse." They were trying to pull the walrus up out of the water, where they had found him floundering about, fatally wounded with the slugs we had fired through his back.

The sea about the rocks was discolored with his blood, and turbid with the dirt he had torn up.

Donovan had slaughtered him with the butcher-knife; and, with the boat's painter noosed over the head of the carcass, they were now trying to draw it up on the ledge.

Weymouth and I at once bore a hand; and it took all six of us, tugging hard, to get it up.
"What a mass of fat and flesh!" Kit exclaimed, puffing.
"I don't believe I could ever stomach it!" Wade groaned.
"We can offer you something better!" exclaimed Weymouth, holding up the geese.