an’ th’ right whale’s flukes!
—Old Whaling Maxim2.
In the old whaling museum on Johnny Cake Hill there is a big room with a fireplace where, on a rainy or stormy day, the whaling captains like to gather; and when storms or cold keep him from his rocking chair on the after deck of his Fannie, Cap’n Mark Brackett climbs the hill to the old museum and establishes himself in a chair before the fire. From the windows you may look down a short, steep street to the piers4 where great heaps of empty oil casks, brown with the grime of years of service, block the way. Tied up to the piers there may be an old square-rigger, her top hamper5 removed, and empty so that she rides high in the water and curtsies to every gust6; and you will see squat7 little auxiliary8 schooners9 preparing for the summer’s cruising off Hatteras; and beyond these the eye reaches across the lovely harbor to Fair Haven10, gleaming in the sun.
The old museum is rich with the treasures of the sea, and this room where the captains like to gather is the central treasure house. An enormous old secretary of mahogany veneer11 stands against one wall, and in cases about the room you will find old ship’s papers bearing the names of presidents a hundred years dead, pie crimpers carved from p. 46the solid heart of a whale’s tooth, a little chest made by one of the Pitcairn Island mutineers, canes13 fashioned from a shark’s backbone14 or the jawbone of the cachalot, enormous old locks, half a dozen careful models of whaling craft with the last rope and spar in place, and the famous English frigate15, in its glass case at one side.
I found Cap’n Brackett there one afternoon, in an old chair before the fire, his black pipe humming like a kettle, his stout16 body relaxed in comfortable ease. He had advised me to read “Moby Dick,” and had loaned me the book; and when I entered, he looked up, a welcoming twinkle in the keen old eyes that lurk17 behind their ambush18 of leathery wrinkles, and saw the book in my hand.
“Read it?” he asked, between puffs19.
“End to end,” I assured him.
“A great book. A classic, I say.”
I nodded, and drew up a chair beside him, and opened the volume to glance again across its pages and to dip here and there into that splendid chronicle of the hunt for the great white whale. The old man watched me over his pipe, and I looked up once and caught his eye.
“He’s stretching it a bit, of course,” I suggested. “You would never meet the same whale twice, in all the wastes of the Seven Seas.”
The cap’n’s eyes gleamed faintly. “Why not?” he asked.
“It’s too much of a coincidence.”
“It happens.”
One certain method to provoke Cap’n Brackett to narration20 is to pretend incredulity. I smiled in a wary21 fashion, and said nothing.
“There was one whale I saw four times, myself,” he asserted.
p. 47“How do you know it was the same?”
“He was marked. . . . And the hand of Fate was in it, too.”
I turned the leaves of the book, and chuckled22 provokingly, watching covertly23 the captain’s countenance24; and, as I expected, he began presently to tell the story that was in his mind. His gruff old voice ran quietly along; the fire puffed25 and flared26 as the wind whistled down the chimney, the snow flurried past the windows and hid the harbor below us. Cap’n Brackett’s voice droned on.
“You never heard of Eric Scarf,” the old man thoughtfully began. “Not more’n three or four men alive now that knew him. He were mate of the Thomas Pownal when I knew him; a big, straight, fiery27 man, powerful and strong. He came of some Northland breed, with a great shock of yellow hair, and eyes as blue as the sea; but he was not like most Norsemen in being slow of speech and dull of wit. Quick he was; quick to speak, and quick to think, and quick to act; quick to anger, quick to take hurt, and quick to know Joan for the one woman, when she began that v’y’ge on the Thomas Pownal.
“James Tobbey was the captain of the Pownal; Joan was his daughter. She was a laughing girl, always laughing; a child. Her hair was fine-spun and golden, and it curled. When the fog got into it, it kinked into ringlets as crisp as blubber scraps28. You wanted to rub them in your hands, and hear them crinkle and crackle between your palms. And her voice, when she laughed, was the same way, crisp and clean and strong; and her eyes were brown. Give a girl light curly hair and dark brown eyes, and any man’s heart will skip a beat or so at seeing her.
p. 48“She used to be everywhere about the ship, always laughing; and little Jem Marvel29 forever hobbling at her heels. Jem was a baby, a little crippled baby, the son of a sister of Joan’s who had died when Jem was born; and Jem’s father was dead before that, although no one knew it till the Andrew Thomes came back without him, two years after.
“Thomes had been a hard, bitter man; and little Jem took after him. The baby was black—black hair, black eyes, a swart skin; and when he dragged his withered31 leg about the deck at Joan’s heels, his face worked and grimaced32 with spleen that was terrible to watch. Maybe six or seven he was then; and for all Joan tended him like a mother, I’ve known him to rip out at her black oaths that would rot a grown man’s lips.
“Cap’n Tobbey kept his eyes away from the boy; but Joan loved the little thing. None but her could bear with him.
“Eric Scarf was the only man aboard that ever tried to win the baby. I’ve seen him work for weeks at some dinkus he was making for the boy, only to have Jem scorn it when it was done. He put six months of whittling34 into a little model of the Pownal, with every rope in place; and when he gave it to Jem at last, the boy smashed it on the deck, and stamped upon the splinters.
“Eric but laughed. The mate was a hard man with men, quick with them; but with the child he was as gentle as Joan herself.
“He loved Joan. I loved Joan. Every man aboard the Pownal loved the girl; but Eric more than most of us. He sought ways to please her, and when he bungled35 it, it was a fight with him to p. 49hide his grief. One of the greenies, when the Pownal was but a few days out, bumped against the girl in the waist of the ship at the lurch36 of a wave; and Eric knocked the man halfway37 to the fo’c’s’le scuttle38 with one cuff39. But while the greenie was scrambling40 to his feet, nursing his mouth with one tooth gone, Joan flamed at Eric.
“‘Why was that?’ she demanded, her voice very steady and hot.
“‘He bumped you!’ Eric tells her.
“‘I did not complain. Only a coward hits men who cannot hit back.’
“Eric’s face crimsoned41; he whirled to the man. ‘Here,’ he shouted. ‘Forget I’m the mate. Do you want the chance to get even?’
“The man stared affrightedly, then ducked down the scuttle like a rabbit, with Eric glaring after him. But when Eric turned, Joan had gone aft without another word, and he was left to grope for understanding of her.
“Scarf was the strongest, quickest man I ever saw. He was tall and powerful, and built slim and flat like a whalebone spring. He was boiling with his own strength all the time. He suffered for a vent44 for it; and he trod the deck on his toes like a tiger, his fists swinging, not from any lust45 for battle so much as from the excess of his own power and vigor46.
“I’ve seen him set his hands to tackle, and brush the fo’mast hands aside, and do three men’s work himself for the mere47 peace and joy it gave him to put forth48 all his strength for a space; his shoulders and back and arms would knot and swell49 and bulge50 with his efforts, and his lungs would shout with gladness at the task.
p. 50“Eric was never still. On deck, where others would lean against the rail with an eye to the ship and their thoughts somewhere off across the water, he was always moving, pacing up and down, climbing into the rigging, shifting this and stirring that, restless like a caged beast. Something drove him. He could not rest. The springs of life and energy in the man would have torn him to bits if you had held him motionless for an hour. He had to move, to act, to do; and when he buffeted51 the men, it was neither native cruelty nor bullying53. It was but the outburst of his own impatient, restless power.
“It was a strange thing to see such a man gentling little Jem Marvel, or wooing the boy to a romp54 about the deck; and it was strange to see Scarf stand near Joan, watching her, and the muscles in him twitching55 and straining with the agony of inaction. Eric worshipped Joan; and she bewildered him. He used to plan little pleasant surprises for her, and watch her joy at them and take his reward in watching. He never spoke56 love to her, never so much as touched her hand unless it might be to help her along the deck when the ship was wallowing; and when the things he planned failed to delight her, a man watching him could see that his very soul was writhing57.
“I said Scarf was a quick man, quick of thought and quick of deed. But where Joan was concerned, he was very dull and slow. He never could learn, try as he would, to please her; and his own impotence and his strength combined to drive him to feats58 which he meant for wooing, but which the girl abhorred59.
“He trapped a little sea bird once, and made a tiny cage for it, and left it for her to find; and p. 51when the girl discovered it, she cried out with pity for the captive, and ran on deck with the cage and set the little creature free. Eric Scarf saw her, and she knew it was he who had done it, and pitied him.
“‘I’m really grateful,’ she said, smiling very gently at the big man, ‘but he is so unhappy in a cage.’
“Eric tried to speak, and saw one of the men by the tryworks grinning at him; so he went forward and drove the man with blows to the knight’s heads, and Joan scorned him for days thereafter.
“I’ve seen a cock pa’tridge ruffle60 his feathers and beat and drum with his wings, all glory and strength and vigor in his wooing; and no doubt the hen liked it. But if the pa’tridge had tried such measures in the courting of a singing thrush, he would only have frighted and dismayed her whom he sought to please. It was so with Eric. His courting would have pleased some women; Joan it but disgusted and disturbed.
“‘Eric Scarf and I were closer friends than you would think; and I knew the big, strong man to be as shy and as easy to take hurt as a child. But it was his way when he was hurt or shamed to strike out at the nearest, and so to those without understanding he seemed a mere bully52, cruel and exultant61 in his strength.
“Lucky for us on the Pownal, Scarf delighted in the whaling. There was no other task in the world so fitted to the man. So strong he was that nothing short of a whale could give him the fierce joy of battle which soothed62 him. He drove his men as he drove himself, and they either broke under it or became hard-bitten and enduring hands, fit to match him. His boat was always first away; p. 52and he would strike and kill one whale and then another while other officers were content with a single catch. I’ve known him to do what few attempt: to lower at night when moonlight revealed a spout63, and make his kill, and tow the fish to the ship by dawn. Cap’n Tobbey never interfered64 with Eric, for the mate was too valuable; and when the mate’s watch was on deck, he would lower and kill without ever calling the Old Man from his cabin at all.
“I had heard of Scarf before this v’y’ge, but never watched him work before; and many a time I found myself biting my lip and holding the breath in my chest at the daring of him. In any weather short of a gale66, he would lower; and once two boats were swamped in lowering before he took the third mate’s and got away—and got the whale.
“With such an officer, and decent luck, a quick voyage was sure; and so it was this time. Before we’d been out two years, the casks were filled, oil was stored in everything that would hold it, and the Old Man gave the word to fly the Blue Peter and put for home. We threw the bricks of the tryworks overboard to lighten ship that much, and struck across the South Pacific, fought our way around the Horn, and took a long slant67 north’ard toward Tristan.
“There was no place to store more oil if we had it, and we could not try out if we had the blubber; so, though we sighted fish now and then, we let them go—though I could see Eric was fretting68 at it, and wishing the ship empty again.
“For months now, Eric had been wooing Joan in his own wild, longing69 way; but the girl would have none of him. He must have known it, and he p. 53bridled his tongue as he could. But the word was bound to come some day; and it came at last when we were rocking in a calm, with an island two or three miles to starboard, and the sun hissing70 on the sea that sighed and swelled71 like the bosom72 of a sleeping woman whose dreams are troubled and disturbed.
“The ship was idle, the men squatting73 forward in what shade they could discover, and the rigging slatting back and forth as the Pownal rocked on the long swells74. Eric had the deck, the Old Man was asleep below, and Joan and the boy, Jem, were sitting aft, the girl sewing at something she held in her lap.
“Scarf, with nothing in the world to do, fretted75 and paced about, his eyes never leaving her, and a worship in them that all the world could see. The afternoon droned away, the Pownal creaked and swung in the cradle of the sea, and the sun burned down endlessly. Scarf could not bear it. He strode across to where the girl sat; and she looked up at him to see what he had come for, and at the look in his eyes rose quickly to face him, her face setting hard.
“Eric must have seen; but he blundered blindly on. The words came awkwardly. He lifted no hand to touch her. ‘I love you. I love you,’ he said, in a dry, husky voice. ‘I love you. I want you to marry me.’
“Black little Jem looked up at them and, with the quick perception of the child, grinned malignantly76. Joan’s face turned white beneath the soft bronze the sun and wind had given her cheeks. She could not help pitying the big man; but she could not love him.
p. 54“‘I’m sorry, Eric,’ she said. ‘I do not love you.’
“‘I love you,’ he repeated, as though it were an argument he were advancing.
“‘I’m sorry,’ she told him again. ‘I’m sorry to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you. But I don’t love you.’
“His eyes were quivering and trembling like the raw flesh of a wound, but he stood impassively before her, staring down into her eyes, searching there for something he would never find. Little Jem chuckled, and the sound broke the spell upon the man. He turned rigidly78 away; and as it always was with him when his heart was torn, his great body clamored for action. His fingers bit at his palms.
“And then one of the boat steerers, standing43 in the waist, uttered a low ejaculation; and Eric turned and saw the man was pointing toward the shore, where a misty79 spout was just dissolving against the dark background of the cliffs that dipped to the water there.
“It was the vent Eric wanted for the torment80 that was tearing him. Without a word, he leaped to his boat; and his men, well trained, came tumbling at his heels. In a minute’s time, Eric had caught up some gear that had been removed from the boats when the fishing was finished, and gave the order to lower.
“Joan came softly to him. ‘You are not going to kill the whale, are you?’ she asked. ‘We have no need for it.’
“Eric did not hear her; for the boat had split the water and was bobbing there below him, and he dropped with his men and in a moment was p. 55away. Joan, her eyes burning angrily, watched him go; and presently she brought the glass to see what was to come.
“The whale inshore was lying quietly, but Eric sent the boat along as though his life hung on success. He drove the men till the oars81 bent82 like whip-shafts; he drove them and he drove himself; and they ran fair upon the creature before they realized their speed. Then, at Eric’s cry, the boat steerer in the bow leaped up and drove the harpoons83 home, and the boat sheered off while Eric changed places with the man.
“They had struck a cow whale, a right whale, with a calf85 not a week old tucked under her fin12; and the little thing lay there, lifting its tiny spout against its mother’s side, its fins86 feebly fanning.
“A cow whale is the easiest of game; and there is no sentiment in the whaling ships. If the Pownal had been empty, she would have been counted clear gain. With the Pownal full to brimming, this that Eric was doing was mere murderous slaughter87.
“When Eric saw that he was cheated of the battle he had craved88, a fury seized him. He shouted hoarsely89 to his boat steerer, and the man swung them in alongside the whale. The great mother had not stirred, save for a trembling shudder90 of her whole bulk when the irons seized upon her. The calf was fighting to escape, but the mother’s great fin pinioned91 it against her side, soothingly92, assuringly, as though she promised it should be safe there.
“Eric lifted his lance and pierced the mother, driving home the steel for six feet into the great body; and he withdrew it, and prodded94 the vitals of the whale again and again, with a desperate energy, p. 56pouring out the fire of his own strength in his efforts.
“It was like piercing butter with a hatpin; and this dull acquiescence95 on the creature’s part only whetted96 Eric’s blind rage. When at the last the great flukes lifted once, his heart leaped with the hope that at the end there might come the struggle and the opposition97 for which he hungered; but agony had lifted the flukes, and the bursting heart of the mother brought them gently down again, never even disturbing the little creature at her side.
“She died; a thrust killed the calf. The boat sheered out; and then the boat steerer shouted a warning from the stern.
“Eric whirled and saw a great bull whale just emerging from the depths; and the whale headed for them furiously.
“I do not say the creature was the dead cow’s mate. It would not be strange if this were so; but it need not be asserted. I do not say the bull attacked the boat. He was badly gallied, he was running blindly.
“But whatever the explanation, he charged them; and Eric shouted triumphantly98 at thought that here was the adversary99 he had desired.
“The boat steerer swung the boat about to meet the onrush; and Eric snatched a harpoon84. They swerved100 out of the path of the bull. As he roared past them in a smother102 of foam103, Eric sent the harpoon home.
“But next instant the smashing flukes struck them, and the boat’s whole bottom was driven away. Eric chopped the loose line in time to save them; and in ten seconds from the appearance of the bull, they were to their necks in water, the boat beneath them.
p. 57“The bull charged on and disappeared. I lowered and went after the men in the water; and we got them aboard. Eric was reacting from his fury now; he was shamed at what he had done; and he looked back once to the body of the cow, about which sharks were already fighting, with something like apology in his eyes.
“The men were talking. ‘Did ye see the cross on the bull’s head?’ the tub oarsman asked; the steerer assented104.
“‘A white scar in the blubber,’ he agreed.
“The others nodded; and Eric looked at me and said quietly: ‘The old bull was marked.’
“It was when we were all aboard again, and Eric had changed to dry garments, that Joan came up to where he stood with me. Her eyes were blazing; and little Jem, at her heels, was chuckling105 blackly.
“‘That was murder,’ said the girl, trembling with her own anger.
“Eric flushed, and his head bowed a little.
“‘A cow and a calf—killed uselessly!’ Joan exclaimed.
“The big man, uneasy, shy, not knowing where to turn, saw little Jem beside him; and he turned to the boy and caught the lad under his arms, and swung him high in the air. ‘Up you go!’ he cried, trying to laugh.
“He meant only to start a romp—anything to divert the girl’s searing scorn; but the malignant77 spirit of little Jem converted the movement into black tragedy. The child screamed indignantly, and kicked down at Eric’s upturned face with his sound foot.
“Eric was standing a yard from the rail, his p. 58back to it. The kick in his face made him lose his balance, and he staggered backward, and before I could stir, with the boy extended above his head, he had fallen overboard.
“Joan screamed; and together we leaped to the rail. I reached for a coil of rope. The two had sunk in a smother of bubbles; and in the second that we waited for Eric to fight his way to the surface again, a sinister106 shadow shot like fire along the ship’s side, and I saw the flicker107 of a silver-white belly108, and heard Joan scream again.
“The water turned crimson42; and then Eric came to the surface with empty hands. He dove instantly, furiously; and I got a boat into the water. Eric broke to the surface again, his face convulsed with the anguish109 that tore him; and two of us grabbed him and dragged him, fighting, into the boat.
“‘Let go, let go,’ he screamed, and struck us back. ‘Let me go. I can get him.’
“He was mad; and we caught him, and he broke and dropped, sobbing110, in the bottom of the boat. I saw that one of his arms was rasped raw by the shark’s rough skin.
“Joan met him like a fury when he stepped upon the deck again, and I thought she would strike him. He stood before her, drooping111 and crushed; and the girl caught herself. But I heard the word she said.
“‘Thrice murderer!’ she told him softly. ‘Thrice murderer! A mother and child—and now my baby! Oh curse you, curse you! May you be always accursed until you die!’
“She held him for a moment, and then turned away from the man; and Eric Scarf drooped112 sick p. 59and weak where he stood, until I dragged him below to tend his wounded arm.”
The old man paused, and stared into the fire; and when I had waited fruitlessly for another word from him, I asked:
“Is that all?”
He looked up at me quietly. “No,” he said. “No—that is not the whole of it.”
Still he did not continue, and so I prompted him. “You said the whale was seen four times,” I suggested.
He nodded; and so drifted into his story again. “Aye, four times,” he agreed. “The old bull with the cross upon his skull113. Four times. I’ve but told the first.”
He puffed silently for a little, shifted his great bulk in the chair, rose and crossed to the window to look down toward the harbor, and returned at last to me.
“Joan kept to her cabin much, from that day,” he said. “She kept to her cabin; and Eric Scarf did his tasks and held aloof114 from her. We came smoothly115 northward116, and presently were at our pier3, unloading the casks that filled our holds. Eric had slowly recovered something of the old strength and power that moved him; and though he avoided the girl, and though I could see how he suffered and what agony he was enduring, he kept a steady face to the men, and drove them as he always drove.
“Cap’n Tobbey was a quiet, stern man; but he was just. He blamed Eric for taking out the boat, but he knew the other for what it was, an accident of Fate; and when time came for the next cruise, Eric was too good a man to stay ashore117. He shipped as mate, and I was second mate again.
p. 60“This time, Joan stayed behind. She had had enough of the sea for a lifetime, she told me; and from a girl, she was become a woman. Lovely as ever, her laughter as sweet and crisp as a spring wind, yet there was a depth in her that had not been there before, and at times her eyes shrank as though they gazed upon awful, tragic118 happenings.
“She was on the pier the day we sailed; and I saw Eric Scarf watching her with the hopeless longing in his eyes that tears at the vitals of a man.
“There was a shadow over the mate from the beginning of that cruise. Any man could see it; and the fo’mast hands used to watch him, and whisper among themselves. Outwardly he was the same; strong and quick and proud, alive, alert, his body uplifted with the energy it housed. He trod the decks lightly, he moved with the quick precision of an animal; and he plunged119 into his work in a fashion that would have worn another man to threads.
“A sprinkling of our old crew was aboard; so Eric’s story was no secret. But it was never mentioned by him or in his presence. He seemed to find a joy in his toil120 that allowed him to forget; and the man’s eyes brightened and his cheeks set in their old firm, fine lines as we drove southward. There is no better index to a man than the cheeks of him. Flabbiness of body or soul shows quickest there, and there all other vices121 and all virtues122 first appear. Eric’s face was neither gaunt nor round, but it had a chiseled123 perfection of contour that was like a song.
“There is a deal of superstition124 that hangs about the sea; and a whaler has her share of it, and p. 61more. But it is never allowed to interfere65 with the work at hand. And so if the men wished Eric off the ship, they kept their wishes to themselves; and if they were reluctant to serve in his boat, they hid this reluctance125. For Eric was a quick man, quick to anger, with a quick fist to him. In his place, I should have moved tremblingly, fearful of a blow from behind during the watch on deck at night. But Eric strode fearlessly about the ship; and none laid hand to him.
“The sea is a grim thing, and inscrutable. No man can look out across its smooth bosom day and day, and remember the vast multitude of lives which go their way beneath that smiling surface, without a sense of the mystery and wonder of it all. The sea in a storm may be terrible and appalling126, when its broad expanse is cut up into myriad127 gulleys and mountains in which the ship is lost as in a labyrinth128; but to me it has always been even more terrible and menacing when it is calm. In time of storm, its fury rages without curb129; the worst is with you. But when the sea is quiet, all its energies hidden, it is like the smiling mask of Fate which conceals130 unguessed and unpredicted blows.
“Thus, when we sailed southward over smooth and smiling seas, I fell victim to unrest that harassed131 me. I rose and looked abroad each day with eyes that searched eagerly for a threat of the fate that seemed impending132; and even as I watched the sea, in like manner did I watch Eric Scarf, to discover if I could what it was that hung so threateningly over the man’s smiling head.
“If Eric felt any uneasiness, he gave no sign at first. He was as he had always been, confident, and quick, and strong. But the day came when a p. 62hint was given us, just as the impalpable atmospheric133 changes reveal through the glass the approach of storm.
“We had sighted whales more than once, and made a fair beginning on the long task ahead of us; and then one day in the South Atlantic, the boats were lowered for a pod that lay far off to southward. Eric got fast, and the third mate likewise. But the whale I had chosen as my goal took alarm, and whirled toward us, and then fled before our irons could reach him.
“There had been time, however, for us to see upon his head a dull scar, in the form of a cross, and I heard a cry from Eric’s boat, that was just getting fast, and turned to see Eric staring toward the spot where the old bull had disappeared.
“Then I remembered what the men had said about the whale which had stove Eric’s boat after the kill on the other voyage; and when we were aboard again, the cutting-in done, and the tryworks boiling and smoking, I was not surprised that Eric came to me.
“‘Mark,’ he whispered huskily, ‘was there a cross on the bull that got away?’
“I nodded. ‘On his head.’ I said. ‘An old scar, gouged134 into the blubber.’
“I saw his jaw set hard. ‘It can’t be!’ he exclaimed, half to himself. I said nothing; and he looked at me a moment later, with an agony of doubt in his eyes.
“‘Well, what of it. Eric?’ I asked, knowing, but thinking that to talk might ease the man.
“‘It was a scarred bull stove my boat—that day,’ he told me.
“‘Every old bull has his scars,’ I said easily.
p. 63“‘Aye—but—this was the same, Mark!’
“‘What matter?’
“He flushed and stammered135 like a child. ‘Her curse is on me,’ he declared. ‘The old bull is going to wait for me!’
“‘He’ll suffer by it,’ I laughed. ‘He’s a fat old duke, too.’
“Eric looked forward where the men were working, and looked aft, and then out across the sea; and then he looked at me at last with an appeal in his eyes. ‘Are you calling me “murderer” as she did, Mark?’ he asked.
“I shook my head. ‘She’s but a girl,’ I told him. ‘There was no need of killing136 the cow. But what matter for that? And the other—was no one’s blame.’
“His hand gripped my arm till I winced137. ‘You mean it?’ he begged, hungrily.
“I clapped him on the shoulder. ‘Forget it all,’ I urged. ‘No harm will come.’
“‘It is not that I’m afraid,’ he told me swiftly; and I saw that I had roused him as I hoped to do.
“‘Sure of that?’ I asked.
“His eyes flamed. ‘I fear nothing, except myself,’ he exclaimed. ‘But I hear her word always; and I cannot bear it, Mark.’
“Before more could be said, Cap’n Tobbey came toward us; and Eric laughed as though at some jest of mine. His laughter was not a pleasant thing to hear, and I would have wished to reassure138 the man. But thereafter he gave me no further opportunity.
“I could see the thing was on his mind through the days that followed. He could not forget it; and he took to standing watch at the masthead p. 64when there was no need. I asked him once why he did this.
“‘To get the scarred bull, Mark,’ he told me. ‘That will end it.’
“‘You’ll never see him again!’
“He shook his head, and smiled grimly. ‘No fear,’ he said. ‘He’s about us.’
“And Eric was right; for the day we were finishing the trying out, the scarred bull was sighted again, this time so near the ship that his mark could be discerned through the glass as he rose to spout. Eric was aloft; and he tumbled down the rigging like a madman, and lowered; but there was a fog, and in the fog the bull was lost for that time.
“That was thrice he had been seen; and the fourth time came swiftly.
“Eric was never a man to fear or avoid conflict, even with the forces of the universe itself; and after this third appearance of the scarred bull whale, he scarce slept at all, but held himself and his boat’s crew ready for battle the day long. He was aloft from dawn till dark, endlessly scouring139 the seas for a spout that would reveal the creature which personified to him the thing he was fighting. He became silent, thoughtful; and strength flowed into him and nerved him to a hard and efficient readiness. He was like an athlete in training for a contest, every nerve and muscle tuned140.
“We sighted the scarred whale for the fourth time on a Sunday morning; a day when the sea was just rippled30 by the gentlest breezes, when the sun shone warmly and comfortingly upon the world, when the boats danced upon the waves with a soothing93 and caressing141 motion. The water was blue as turquoise142, and the sky above it; and the two met at p. 65the horizon with the sea’s deeper blue below the sky’s, and the whitecaps gleaming like silver in the wind.
“It was not Eric who sighted the whale, but one of the men on the fore-t’gallant crosstrees; and his long ‘Blo-o-o-o-o-ow’ came droning down to us on the decks and snatched each one to his post like machinery143. Cap’n Tobbey turned his glass on the distant spouts144, and ordered the boats away; and Eric’s hard and seasoned men made his boat swing ahead of the others instantly, and steadily145 increase the lead.
“There was no way of knowing whether or no this was the old scarred bull; but his spout told us it was a right whale, and not a sperm146 whale. Nevertheless, either Eric knew it was his enemy he went to meet, or else he was eager to discover whether it was or no, for he drove his men unsparingly, and was more than a quarter of a mile ahead of us when he reached the monster, and ran alongside.
“Over the water came to us the sound of his shouted command: ‘Let ’im have it!’ And I saw the boat steerer, standing in the bow with his knee in the clumsy-cleat, put all the strength of back and arms into the stroke, and snatch the second iron and send that home even as the whale leaped forward.
“While Eric and the boat steerer were changing places, the great whale up-ended ponderously147, his flukes lifting gently toward the sky full thirty feet clear of the water, and slid down out of sight. He had sounded; and I spurred my men to harder efforts so that we might be at hand to help if need arose.
p. 66“Ahead of us, the boat lay idle on the waves. I could see Eric in the bow, his hand on the line where it ran through the notch148, bending to peer down into the depths; and I could see he was putting a strain upon the line, for the bow was down and almost dipping in the waves.
“Then suddenly the bow bobbed up, the strain relaxed; and Eric bent further over in an effort to pierce the depths below him. The whale was coming up; and if by chance he came up under the boat, the fight would be done, forthwith. Eric shouted a command; and the men began to haul in the line desperately149, dropping it in a loose coil astern. The boat steerer leaned upon his long oar33, alert, bending to hear the word from Eric, and himself looking overside for any sign of the monster who was rushing up from the depths toward them.
“Then a shout from Eric, the boat swung around as though on a pivot150; and next instant the whale breached152 between his boat and mine.
“There is no more splendid sight in the world than this; to see the biggest creature that breathes flinging his four or five score tons clear out of the water to hang, a black bulk against the sky, for an instant before he falls resoundingly. Imagine a leaping trout153, magnify the trout’s size a million-fold or more, and you have some faint notion of the monstrous154 majesty155 and grace of the breaching156 whale.
“I had seen whales breach151 before, sometimes with terror, sometimes with wonder at the beauty of the spectacle; but when this whale leaped clear into the sky and seemed to hang for an instant fair above us, a thrill of horror shot through me.
“For as he was in the air, fair for all to see, p. 67the scar upon his head was revealed; a scar like a sunken cross, mark of some ancient wound. It was the scarred bull to which Eric’s boat was fast.
“I looked toward him, and saw that Eric had seen the scar; but Eric loved battle. He shouted to his men, and even as the great whale fell into the water again, Eric’s men hauled in till they were alongside the monster, and Eric drove home his lance.
“The whale, at the prick157 of steel, redoubled the furious struggle of the breach; and he rolled away and away from the boat, upon the surface, in a smother of foam and spray. The men were forced to loose the line again to avoid capsizing; but Eric himself set his hand to it, and by his own strength held the nose of the boat so near the rolling whale that when the enormous creature straightened out at last to run, half a dozen pulls brought them again alongside.
“They were in some fashion safer there than elsewhere. The harpoons had struck well behind the fin, and the whale’s rolling had wrapped the line about him in such fashion that when the boat pulled alongside it lay safely behind the fin, and yet safely forward of the flukes. If the whale rolled toward them, they would be crushed beneath his bulk; but short of such a move, the monster could not shake them off.
“And Eric was working his lance like mad. I had never seen such frantic158 energy. He sent the six-foot steel to its length into the soft body again and again, not with a long shove, but with a single stabbing thrust to each attack. His target was the whale’s greatest girth, and the lower part of the body; and although the battle seemed an endless p. 68flurry and strife159 of bloody160 foam, it was only a matter of seconds before the whale’s labored161 spouting162 crimsoned—sure sign he had received a mortal wound.
“I caught the sound of an exultant shout from Eric, and his boat sheered away. The monster had suddenly halted in its flight; it lay momentarily motionless, as though testing its own strength against this attack which had pierced its vitals. Then in a desperate and panic stricken flurry it leaped forward and away, the boat, with line running free, trailing safely behind.
“They drove past where my boat lay; and Eric turned to look toward me. He was a heroic figure in the bow of the little craft, erect163 and tall, his bright hair and his naked torso crimson with the flood from the whale’s bloody spout. He was gleaming wet with spray and red foam; and he waved his long lance as he passed and shouted:
“‘The scarred whale, Mark! I’ve killed him!’
“Before I could reply, he was beyond the sound of my voice; and then the great beast whirled and came back toward us. He must have seen my boat and supposed it that of his tormentor164; for he charged at us, and only the swiftest swerve101 took us out of his path in time. Beyond me, I saw him wallow over the third mate’s boat and on; and I hurried to pick up the men in the water.
“Save for their bruises165 and their drenching166, they were uninjured. We dragged them aboard, set a waif in the boat, tied its oars to keep it afloat, and set out after Eric and the whale. The great creature was circling in its last flurry; and as we drew near, with a tremendous spasm167 it threw its mighty168 bulk in a swift, short circle, and was still.
p. 69“We drove ahead, toward Eric’s boat; and Eric’s countenance was burning with a splendid triumph. This last moment of victorious169 pride Fate allowed him.
“He was ahead; his boat ran alongside the huge carcass, and Eric bent over the bow with the short boat spade to cut a hole in the whale’s tail for towing it to the ship.
“The boat spade is a steel blade, razor sharp, spade-shaped, attached to a stout wooden handle. Eric leaned far out and drove it into the tough fiber170 of the tail.
“And then the right whale’s flukes whirled in a last, spasmodic struggle; up they whirled, and over, and down. They missed the boat by inches; but from Eric’s strong hands the boat spade was torn. It twisted in the air, its steel blade flashing crimson. Under the blow of the flukes it twisted and sang, and then chocked home. The steel struck Eric squarely in the face; and it split his skull as you split a walnut171.”
The old captain leaned forward to knock the dottel from his pipe upon the andirons, and settled in his chair again. For a little time we sat without speaking; but I asked at last:
“Joan—did she forgive him in the end?”
Cap’n Brackett’s grim old countenance softened172. “Oh, aye,” he said. “She’d forgiven him before. She warned me when we started on the cruise to watch over him.” He filled and lighted his ancient pipe again, then softly finished: “She’s gone, long since. But our daughter looks very like her now.”
Ben Ames Williams.
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bungled
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cuff
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scrambling
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bulge
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bully
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