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kind of whale we wanted. The mate hailed 

 the man at the mast-head, " Where away is that 

 whale ? What do you call her ?" 



" Eight whale, sir, on the lee beam, two 

 miles off; look out sharp for her !" 



" Sing out when the ship heads for her !" 

 " Ay, ay, sir." 



" Keep her away !" said the captain to the 

 man at the helm. "Boy, hand me the spy- glass." 

 " Steady !" sung out the man at the mast-head. 

 " Steady it is !" answered the wheel. The cap- 

 tain then started to go aloft. " Mr. A. (to the 

 mate), you may square in the after yards, and 

 then call all hands." 



"Forward, there !" shouted the mate. "Haul 

 the main- sail up and square the yards ! Bill !" 

 (to an old sailor). " Sir ?" " Call all hands !" 

 " Ay, ay, sir. All hands, ahoy !" shouted old 

 Hill, in a voice like a tempest. " Stand by the 

 boats !" In less than no time the deck was 

 alive with men. 



" Boat-steerers, get your boats ready !" In 



a moment, as it were, the boats were in readi- 



B, the tubs put in, the lines bent on to the 



