' En I
don't." From which lucid narration I gathered that the finback
had himself to thank for his immunity from pursuit. "'Sides,"
persisted Goliath, "wa' yew gwine do wiv' him? Ain't six inch
uv blubber anywhere 'bout his long ugly carkiss; en dat, dirty
lill' rag 'er whalebone he got in his mouf, 'taint worf fifty
cents. En mor'n dat, we pick up, a dead one when I uz in de ole
RAINBOW--done choke hisself, I spec, en we cut him in. He stink
fit ter pison de debbil, en, after all, we get eighteen bar'l ob
dirty oil out ob him. Wa'nt worf de clean sparm scrap we use ter
bile him. G' 'way!" Which emphatic adjuration, addressed not to
me, but to the unconscious monster below, closed the lesson for
the time.
The calm still persisted, and, as usual, fish began to abound,
especially flying-fish. At times, disturbed by some hungry
bonito or dolphin, a shoal of them would rise--a great wave of
silver--and skim through the air, rising and falling for perhaps
a couple of hundred yards before they again took to the water; or
a solitary one of larger size than usual would suddenly soar into
the air, a heavy splash behind him showing by how few inches he
had missed the jaws of his pursuer.
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