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winch, and with it we haul up to the surface the dead whale. 

 But more about this winch when we tackle a whale. 



The 9th of August was a great day for us, for we started 

 our 200 h.p. engines, and drove them at half-speed for an 

 hour and never moved an inch, for the very good reason 

 that our bows were still against the quayside. How quietly 

 and simply they work. We then got our big traveller fixed 

 across our deck for the sheet of our foresail. We are schooner 

 rigged, foresail and mainsail both the same size, and count 

 on doing eight to ten knots with engine, and six or seven with 

 a fine breeze and sails alone. 



In the morning we look at our guns in the harpoon factory. 

 The gun or cannon for the bow weighs about two tons. It is 

 already in position ; the bollard on which it pivots is part 

 of the iron structure of the bows and goes right down to 

 our forefoot. Its harpoons weigh one and a half hundred- 

 weight : we shall take twenty-five of these, and forty 

 smaller harpoons for sperm or cachalot or Right whale. 

 On either side of the bows there is a smaller gun pivoting 

 on a bollard to fire these harpoons. These two small 

 guns and our twenty-five big harpoons and forty of the 

 smaller size we find arranged in order at the works a 

 charming sight to us. Harold Henriksen, the builder 

 of our ship, takes us to these works, where his brother 

 Ludwig and his father make the harpoons and guns that are 

 now sent all over the world. The father is very greatly 

 respected in Tonsberg ; he is called the " Old Man Henrik- 

 sen," to distinguish him from the younger member of his 

 family. I have already mentioned him as being co-partner 

 with the famous Svend Foyn, the inventor of the new big 

 harpoon for finner whales. 



He has made many inventions for marine work on all 

 kinds of ships, for which he has received many medals, and 

 only lately he received a decoration from the hands of his 

 king, which is shown in the portrait given by him to the 

 writer, a rare and highly appreciated gift. 



He is seventy-eight years old and sails his own cutter 

 single-handed. I wish there were space here to tell of his 

 experiences whilst working with Svend Foyn developing 





