But the thought passed quickly from my mind as the whale became more violent and went into its flurry.

It began to lash the sea with such astonishing violence, that all the previous struggles seemed as nothing.

The water all round became white like milk, with great streaks of red blood running through it, and the sound of the quick blows of its tail and fins resembled that of dull hollow thunder.
We gazed at this scene in deep silence and with beating hearts.
All at once the struggles ceased.

The great carcass rolled over belly up, and lay extended on the sea in death.

To me it seemed as if a dead calm had suddenly fallen around us, after a long and furious storm, so great was the change when that whale at length parted with its huge life.