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I declare, he's a noble fellow — ninety barrels under his hide if 

 there's a drop. Bunker, do you see that fellow? he's got a back 

 like a ten-acre lot — paddle hard, lads; if you miss him, go right 

 overboard yourself, and don't come up again — long and strong 

 stroke, boys, on your paddles. See that boat coming — that's 

 Ray, the second mate of the Pandora — three or four more 

 spouts, and we'll have him — he's ours, sure! they can't get 

 here in time — scratch hard, boys! don't hit your paddles on the 

 gunwale. Stand up, Bunker, and get your jibtack clear! 

 Don't let them ''gaily" you, if they shout in that boat.' 



'''All right!' said his boat-steerer, with his eager hand resting 

 on the iron pole, 'Never fear, sir.' 



"'Paddle hard, lads, a stroke or two. That's right, Bunker. 

 Keep cool, my boy. Keep cool, and make sure of him.' 



"A wild and prolonged shout rang on the air from six sturdy 

 pairs of lungs in the Pandora's waist-boat, as Mr. Ray, seeing 

 that he was baffled, let fly his sheets and rounded to, a ship's 

 length to windward. It was too late, however. 



"'All right,' said Father Grafton, in the same dry, quiet tone 

 as before. 'Hold your hand, Bunker. Hold your hand, boy, 

 till you're past his hump — another shoot, lads — way enough, 

 in paddles. Now, Bunker! give it to him! Down to your 

 oars, the rest. Give him t'other one, boy! Well done! both 

 irons to the hitches. Hold water, all ! Bear a hand, now, and 

 roll up that sail. Wet line, Tom, wet line! Where's your 

 bucket? All ready with your sail. Bunker? Let her come, 

 then — all right. Come aft here, now, and let me get a dig at 

 him.' 



"The line was spinning round the loggerhead with a whizzing 

 noise, and a smoking heat, as the huge leviathan, stung to the 

 quick, darted down into the depths of the ocean. Bunker threw 

 on the second round turn to check him, and jamming the bight 

 of the line over the stern sheets, watched it carefully as it flew 

 through his grasp; while the mate cleared his lance, and got 

 ready to renew the attack. Every moment his anxiety in- 

 creased as he kept turning his head, and looking at the tub of 

 line, rapidly settling, as the whale ran it out, 'I declare, I be- 



