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.
blackness, which, contrasted with the livid whiteness of the head, made their appearance all the more striking.  They were, at least, a foot in diameter, and, seen under such conditions, looked decidedly eerie and hobgoblin-like.  All around the combatants were numerous sharks, like jackals round a lion, ready to share the feast, and apparently assisting in the destruction of the huge cephalopod.  So the titanic struggle went on, in perfect silence as far as we were concerned, because, even had there been any noise, our distance from the scene of conflict would not have permitted us to hear it.

Thinking that such a sight ought not to be missed by the captain, I overcame my dread of him sufficiently to call him, and tell him of what was taking place.  He met my remarks with such a furious burst of anger at my daring to disturb him for such a cause, that I fled precipitately on deck again, having the remainder of the vision to myself, for none of the others cared sufficiently for such things to lose five minutes’ sleep in witnessing them.  The conflict ceased, the sea resumed its placid calm, and nothing remained to tell of the fight but a strong odour of fish, as of a bank of seaweed left by the tide in the blazing sun.  Eight bells struck, and I went below to a troubled sleep, wherein all the awful monsters that an over-excited brain could conjure up pursued me through the gloomy caves of ocean, or mocked my pigmy efforts to escape.

The occasions upon which these gigantic cuttle-fish appear at the sea surface must, I think, be very rare.  From their construction, they appear fitted only to grope among the rocks at the bottom of the ocean.  Their mode of progression is backward, by the forcible ejection of a jet of water from an orifice in the neck, beside the rectum or cloaca.  Consequently their normal position is head-downward, and with tentacles spread out like the ribs of an umbrella—­eight of them at least; the two long ones, like the antennae of an insect, rove unceasingly around, seeking prey.

The imagination can hardly picture a more terrible object than one of these huge monsters brooding in the ocean depths, the gloom of his surroundings increased by the inky fluid (sepia) which he secretes in copious quantities, every cup-shaped disc, of the hundreds with which the restless tentacles are furnished, ready at the slightest touch to grip whatever is near, not only by suction, but by the great claws set all round within its circle.  And in the centre of this net-work of living traps is the chasm-like mouth, with its enormous parrot-beak, ready to rend piecemeal whatever is held by the tentaculae.  The very thought of it makes one’s flesh crawl.  Well did Michelet term them “the insatiable nightmares of the sea.”

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