of the back, and poured away in sluices.  The blind white head flung back and battered the wounds, and the body in its torment rose clear of the red and gray waves till we saw a pair of quivering shoulders streaked with weed and rough with shells, but as white in the clear spaces as the hairless, maneless, blind, toothless head.  Afterwards, came a dot on the horizon and the sound of a shrill scream, and it was as though a shuttle shot all across the sea in one breath, and a second head and neck tore through the levels, driving a whispering wall of water to right and left.  The two Things met—­the one untouched and the other in its death-throe—­male and female, we said, the female coming to the male.  She circled round him bellowing, and laid her neck across the curve of his great turtle-back, and he disappeared under water for an instant, but flung up again, grunting in agony while the blood ran.  Once the entire head and neck shot clear of the water and stiffened, and I heard Keller saying, as though he was watching a street accident, ’Give him air.  For God’s sake, give him air.’  Then the death-struggle began, with crampings and twistings and jerkings of the white bulk to and fro, till our little steamer rolled again, and each gray wave coated her plates with the gray slime.  The sun was clear, there was no wind, and we watched, the whole crew, stokers and all, in wonder and pity, but chiefly pity.  The Thing was so helpless, and, save for his mate, so alone.  No human eye should have beheld him; it was monstrous and indecent to exhibit him there in trade waters between atlas degrees of latitude.  He had been spewed up, mangled and dying, from his rest on the sea-floor, where he might have lived till the Judgment Day, and we saw the tides of his life go from him as an angry tide goes out across rocks in the teeth of a landward gale.  His mate lay rocking on the water a little distance off, bellowing continually, and the smell of musk came dawn upon the ship making us cough.

At last the battle for life ended in a batter of coloured seas.  We saw the writhing neck fall like a flail, the carcase turn sideways, showing the glint of a white belly and the inset of a gigantic hind leg or flipper.  Then all sank, and sea boiled over it, while the mate swam round and round, darting her head in every direction.  Though we might have feared that she would attack the steamer, no power on earth could have drawn any one of us from our places that hour.  We watched, holding our breaths.  The mate paused in her search; we could hear the wash beating along her sides; reared her neck as high as she could reach, blind and lonely in all that loneliness of the sea, and sent one desperate bellow booming across the swells as an oyster-shell skips across a pond.  Then she made off to the westward, the sun shining on the white head and the wake behind it, till nothing was left to see but a little pin point of silver on the horizon.  We stood on our course again; and the Rathmines, coated with the sea-sediment from bow to stern, looked like a ship made gray with terror.