We made a fine passage down the Straits with a leading wind, finding our two late companions still cruising, having managed to get their whales aboard without mishap, and being somewhat inclined to chaff our old man for running in.He gave a wink full of wisdom, as he replied, "I'm pretty ole whale myself naouw; but I guess I ain't too old to learn; 'n wut I learn I'm goin' ter use.See?" Of course the fine weather did not last long--it never does; and seeing the gloomy masses of violet-edged cumuli piling up on the southern horizon, we hugged the Solander Rock itself pretty close, nor ventured far to seaward.Our two consorts, on the contrary, kept well out and on the northern verge, as if they intended the next gale that blew to get north, IF they could.The old man's object in thus keeping in was solely in order that he might be able to run for shelter; but, much to his delight and certainly surprise, as we passed about a mile to the southward of the lonely, towering crags of the great rock, there came from aloft the welcome cry of "Sperm whale!"There was only one, and he was uncomfortably near the rock; but such a splendid chance was not to be missed, if our previous training was of any avail.There was some speculation as to what he could be doing so close inshore, contrary to the habit of this animal, who seems to be only comfortable when in deep waters; but except a suggestion that perhaps he had come in to scrape off an extra accumulation of barnacles, nobody could arrive at any definite conclusion.When we reached him, we found a frightful blind swell rolling, and it needed all our seamanship to handle the boats so that they should not be capsized.Fortunately, the huge rollers did not break, or we should hardly have got back safely, whale or no whale.
Two irons were planted in him, of which he took not the slightest notice.We had taken in sail before closing in to him on account of the swell, so that we had only to go in and finish him at once, if he would let us.Accordingly, we went in with a will, but for all sign of life he showed he might as well have been stuffed.There be lay, lazily spouting, the blood pouring, or rather spirting, from his numerous wounds, allowing us to add to their number at our pleasure, and never moving his vast body, which was gently swayed by the rolling sea.Seeing him thus quiescent, the mate sent the other two boats back to the ship with the good news, which the captain received with a grave smile of content, proceeding at once to bring the ship as near as might be consistent with her safety.We were now thoroughly sheltered from sight of the other ships by the enormous mass of the island, so that they had no idea of our proceedings.
Finding that it was not wise to take the ship in any closer, while we were yet some distance from our prize, a boat was sent to Mr.Cruce with the instructions that he was to run his line from the whale back to the ship, if the creature was dead.He (the mate) replied that the whale died as quietly as he had taken his wounds, and immediately started for the ship.When he had paid out all his line, another boat bent on, until we got the end on board.Then we merrily walked him up alongside, while sufficient sail was kept drawing to prevent her being set in any nearer.When he was fast, we crowded on all canvas to get away;for although the sea was deep close up to the cliff, that swell was a very ugly feature, and one which has been responsible for the loss of a great number of ships in such places all over the world.Notwithstanding all our efforts, we did get so near that every detail of the rock was clearly visible to the naked eye, and we had some anxious minutes while the old ship, rolling tremendously, crawled inch after inch along the awful side of that sea-encircled pyramid.
At one point there was quite a cave, the floor of which would be some twenty feet above high-water mark, and its roof about the same distance higher.It appeared to penetrate some distance into the bowels of the mountain, and was wide and roomy.Sea-birds in great numbers hovered around its entrance, finding it, no doubt, an ideal nesting-place.It appeared quite inaccessible, for even with a perfect calm the swell dashed against the perpendicular face of the cliff beneath with a force that would have instantly destroyed any vessel unfortunate enough to get within its influence.
Slowly, slowly we forged past the danger; but the moment we opened out the extremity of the island, a fresh breeze, like a saving hand, swept across the bows, filling the head-sails and swinging the old vessel away from the island in grand style.
Another minute, and the other sails filled also.We were safe, all hands breathing freely once more.
Now the wind hung far round to the eastward--far enough to frustrate any design we might have had of going up the Straits again.The old man, however, was too deeply impressed with the paramount necessity of shelter to lightly give up the idea of getting in somewhere; so he pointed her for Preservation Inlet, which was only some thirty miles under her lee.We crowded all sail upon her in the endeavour to get in before nightfall, this unusual proceeding bringing our two friends up from to leeward with a run to see what we were after.Burdened as we were, they sailed nearly two knots to our one, and consequently intercepted us some while before we neared our port.Great was their surprise to find we had a whale, and very anxious their queries as to where the rest of the school had gone.Reassured that they had lost nothing by not being nearer, it being a "lone" whale, off they went again.
With all our efforts, evening was fast closing in when we entered the majestic portals of Preservation Inlet, and gazed with deepest interest upon its heavily wooded shores.
