It was dark before we got our prize secured by the fluke-chain, so that we could not commence operations before morning.  That night it blew hard, and we got an idea of the strain these vessels are sometimes subjected to.  Sometimes the ship rolled one way and the whale another, being divided by a big sea, the wrench at the fluke-chain, as the two masses fell apart down different hollows, making the vessel quiver from truck to keelson as if she was being torn asunder.  Then we would come together again with a crash and a shock that almost threw everybody out of their bunks.  Many an earnest prayer did I breathe that the chain would prove staunch, for what sort of a job it would be to go after that whale during the night, should he break loose, I could only faintly imagine.  But all our gear was of the very best; no thieving ship-chandler had any hand in supplying our outfit with shoddy rope and faulty chain, only made to sell, and ready at the first call made upon it to carry away and destroy half a dozen valuable lives.  There was one coil of rope on board which the skipper had bought for cordage on the previous voyage from a homeward-bound English ship, and it was the butt of all the officers’ scurrilous remarks about Britishers and their gear.  It was never used but for rope-yarns, being cut up in lengths, and untwisted for the ignominious purpose of tying things up —­“hardly good enough for that,” was the verdict upon it.

Tired as we all were, very little sleep came to us that night—­we were barely seasoned yet to the exigencies of a whaler’s life —­but afterwards I believe nothing short of dismasting or running the ship ashore would wake us, once we got to sleep.  In the morning we commenced operations in a howling gale of wind, which placed the lives of the officers on the “cutting in” stage in great danger.  The wonderful seaworthy qualities of our old ship shone brilliantly now.  When an ordinary modern-built sailing-ship would have been making such weather of it as not only to drown anybody about the deck, but making it impossible to keep your footing anywhere without holding on, we were enabled to cut in this whale.  True, the work was terribly exhausting and decidedly dangerous, but it was not impossible, for it was done.  By great care and constant attention, the whole work of cutting in and trying out was got through without a single accident; but had another whale turned up to continue the trying time, I am fully persuaded that some of us would have gone under from sheer fatigue.  For there was no mercy shown.  All that I have ever read of “putting the slaves through for all they were worth” on the plantations was fully realized here, and our worthy skipper must have been a lineal descendent of the doughty Simon Legree.