2i8 DAN BEARD'S ANIMAL BOOK 



instant Captain Gabe's harpoon is quivering in the 

 whale's body. 



Sometimes this happens so far out to sea that 

 the boats appear as mere dots on the horizon. 

 Then, again, the whale is accommodating and 

 allows himself to be struck so near the shore that 

 the kodak man risks a snap shot at the act. Then 

 comes the fight, next the death and then the long 

 procession of boats towing the dead monster 

 ashore, and there is no sleep for the people that 

 night. 



Men are busy at the grindstone sharpening their 

 "spades," great chisel-like tools, with long handles, 

 used in cutting up the whale. Implements similar 

 in form to drawing knives, called "mincing knives," 

 are made ready, fires are lighted under the huge 

 iron kettles and horses are hitched to the wagons 

 for hauling the blubber from the beach to the 

 trying kettles. 



Hardly are the lines made fast which secure 

 the whale to the shore before a swarm of men 

 with their long-handled spades mount the black 

 carcass and begin work. 



NOT VERY GOOD. 



The last time I was in at a kill I secured some 

 good, clean blubber after the oil had been tried 

 out, and under a French name had it served at a 

 dinner of the old Camp Fire Club. Some 

 of those who ate it thought it to be toast fried in 

 fish oil, others tripe fried in fish oil, another bacon 



