This was quickly known by jets of blood being spouted up through the blowholes.

Soon after, our victim went into its dying agonies, or, as whalemen say, "his flurry ".
This did not last long.

In a short time he rolled over dead.

We fastened a line to his tail, the three boats took the carcass in tow, and, singing a lively song, we rowed away to the ship.
Thus ended our first battle with the whales..