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Porpoise - Shooting. 



ON THE WAY TO THE EDDIES. 



if for life, while Sebatis dropped his gun and picked up his long 

 spear. In the excitement, his usually calm face looked savage, and 

 he plunged his cruel spear relentlessly again and again into a huge 

 fish that we had now come alongside of. 



I certainly thought that we should be upset this time, for the 

 canoe was jumping and rocking in a manner to try the steadiest 

 nerves, and the Indians were acting like two demons, and were tug- 

 ging at the huge fish, in vain efforts to get him aboard. On my 

 hands and knees I crept aft, so as to give them more room. The 

 canoe was drifting aimlessly, now on top of a wave and the next 

 moment in the trough, and I feared that some of the heaviest seas 

 would board us and end the whole matter. At last, their joint efforts 

 succeeded in getting the fish high enough to pull him over the gun- 

 wale. 



