The cow proved exceedingly fat, making us, though by no means a large specimen, fully fifty barrels of oil.  The whalebone (baleen) was so short as to be not worth the trouble of curing, so, with the exception of such pieces as were useful to the “scrimshoners” for ornamenting their nicknacks, it was not preserved.  On the evening of the third day the work was so far finished that we were able to go ashore for clothes-washing, which necessary process was accompanied with a good deal of fun and hilarity.  In the morning cruising was resumed again.

For a couple of days we met with no success, although we had a very aggravating chase after some smart bulls we fell in with, to our mutual astonishment, just as we rounded a point of the outermost island.  They were lazily sunning themselves close under the lee of the cliffs, which at that point were steep-to, having a depth of about twenty fathoms close alongside.  A fresh breeze was blowing, so we came round the point at a great pace, being almost among them before they had time to escape.  They went away gaily along the land, not attempting to get seaward, we straining every nerve to get alongside of them.  Whether they were tantalizing us or not, I cannot say, but certainly it looked like it.  In spite of their well-known speed, we were several times so close in their wake that the harpooners loosed the tacks of the jibs to get a clear shot; but as they did so the nimble monsters shot ahead a length or two, leaving us just out of reach.  It was a fine chase while it lasted, though annoying; yet one could hardly help feeling amused at the way they wallowed along—­just like a school of exaggerated porpoises.  At last, after nearly two hours of the fun, they seemed to have had enough of it, and with one accord headed seaward at a greatly accelerated pace, as who should say, “Well, s’ long, boys; company’s very pleasant and all that, but we’ve got important business over at Fiji, and can’t stay fooling around here any longer.”  In a quarter of an hour they were out of sight, leaving us disgusted and outclassed pursuers sneaking back again to shelter, feeling very small.  Not that we could have had much hope of success under the circumstances, knowing the peculiar habits of the humpback and the almost impossibility of competing with him in the open sea; but they had lured us on to forget all these things in the ardour of the chase, and then exposed our folly.

Then ensued a week or two of uneventful cruising, broken only by the capture of a couple of cows—­one just after the fruitless chase mentioned above, and one several days later.  These events, though interesting enough to us, were marked by no such deviation from the ordinary course as to make them worthy of special attention; nor do I think that the cold-blooded killing of a cow-whale, who dies patiently endeavouring to protect her young, is a subject that lends itself to eulogium.