His CAPTORS. 201 



Extraordinary Daring of a Yankee. What it wrought. 



agility hurled his ponderous harpoon right over 

 the English boat. Thrown with unwonted force 

 and precision, it struck the monster in a vital 

 part, and was buried to the socket. 



The English boat, thus strangely intercepted 

 and balked of its prize, shrunk back under the 

 warp of its Yankee rival. The waves were 

 soon crimsoned with blood, and the daring 

 American took possession of the mastered Le- 

 viathan, while Delego Bay echoed and re-ech- 

 oed with shouts of applause. 



All honor to whalemen, bold and brave ! 

 We will sing for them, in passing, Park Ben- 

 jamin's song : 



How cheery are the mariners 



Those lovers of the sea I 

 Their hearts are like its yesty waves, 



As bounding and as free. 

 They whistle when the storm-bird wheels 



In circles round the mast ; 

 And sing when, deep in foam, the ship 



Plows onward to the blast. 



What care the mariners for gales ? 



There's music in their roar, 

 When wide the berth along the lee, 



And leagues of room before. 

 Let billows toss to mountain heights, 



Or sink to chasms low, 

 The vessel stout will ride it out, 



Nor reel beneath the blow. 



