It is into my life, too." "Don't say that, Fred," said I, while my heart sank within me.

"Cheer up, my boy, you'll live to be the death of many a whale yet.

See, put your lips to this can--it will do you good." He shook his head gently, being too weak to reply.
We had killed a big fish that day, and we knew that when he was "tried in" we should have completed our cargo; but there was no cheer given when the monster turned over on his side, and the pull to the ship that evening seemed to us the longest and heaviest we ever had, for our hearts were very sad.
Next day Fred was worse, and we all saw that his words would come true--he was dying; and before the sun had again set poor Fred had left us for ever.
We buried our shipmate in the usual sailor fashion.

We wrapped him in his hammock, with a cannon-ball at his feet to sink him.

The captain read the burial-service at the gangway, and then, in deep silence, we committed his corpse to the deep..