The Cruise of the Cachalot Round the World After Sperm Whales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 405 pages of information about The Cruise of the Cachalot Round the World After Sperm Whales.

The Cruise of the Cachalot Round the World After Sperm Whales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 405 pages of information about The Cruise of the Cachalot Round the World After Sperm Whales.
All hands entered into the spirit of the thing with great eagerness.  As for Mistah Jones, his delight was almost more than he could bear.  Suddenly one of the men, in lifting his net, slipped on the smooth bottom of the boat, jolting one of the oars.  There was a gleam of light below as the school turned—­they had all disappeared instanter.  We had been so busy that we had not noticed the dimensions of our catch; but now, to our great joy, we found that we had at least eight hundred fish nearly as large as herrings.  We at once returned to the ship, having been absent only two hours, during which we had caught sufficient to provide all hands with three good meals.  Not one of the crew had ever seen or heard of such fishing before, so my pride and pleasure may be imagined.  A little learning may be a dangerous thing at times, but it certainly is often handy to have about you.  The habit of taking notice and remembering has often been the means of saving many lives in suddenly-met situations of emergency, at sea perhaps more than anywhere else, and nothing can be more useful to a sailor than the practice of keeping his weather-eye open.

In Barbadoes there is established the only regular flying-fishery in the world, and in just the manner I have described, except that the boats are considerably larger, is the whole town supplied with delicious fish at so trifling a cost as to make it a staple food among all classes.

But I find that I am letting this chapter run to an unconscionable length, and it does not appear as if we were getting at the southward very fast either.  Truth to tell, our progress was mighty slow; but we gradually crept across the belt of calms, and a week after our never-to-be-forgotten haul of flying-fish we got the first of the south-east trades, and went away south at a good pace—­for us.  We made the Island of Trinidada with its strange conical-topped pillar, the Ninepin Rock, but did not make a call, as the skipper was beginning to get fidgety at not seeing any whales, and anxious to get down to where he felt reasonably certain of falling in with them.  Life had been very monotonous of late, and much as we dreaded still the prospect of whale-fighting (by “we,” of course, I mean the chaps forward), it began to lose much of its terror for us, so greatly did we long for a little change.  Keeping, as we did, out of the ordinary track of ships, we hardly ever saw a sail.  We had no recreations; fun was out of the question; and had it not been for a Bible, a copy of Shakespeare, and a couple of cheap copies of “David Copperfield” and “Bleak House,” all of which were mine, we should have had no books.

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CHAPTER VIII

ABNER’S WHALE

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