1S2 THE WHALE AND 



Brazil Banks. A Barnacled Whale Ship. 



CHAPTER XII. 



YARNS FROM THE EXPERIENCE OF OLD WHALE- 

 MEN. 



Row ! row ! row ! 



In our vessel she must go, 



Over the broad Pacific's swell, 



Round Cape Horn, where tempests dwell ; 



Many a night and many a day, 



Hence with us she must away, 



Till we joyful hail once more 



Old Nantucket's treeless shore. Whaler's Song. 



Brazil Banks, latitude 24 S., longitude 40 W. 



SOME few years ago, in the same region of 

 ocean where we are now cruising, and 

 about the same month of the year, an old 

 weather-worn and barnacled whale ship was 

 working slowly along on a wind, homeward 

 bound, or after another sperm whale, if one 

 should heave in sight. Her try-works were 

 sending up a smoke black as night in huge vol- 

 umes, for they were trying out an eighty-bar- 

 reler not long taken. 



The deck was lined with casks, and the main 

 hatches off, men engaged in the blubber-room 



