l82 THE WHALE HUNTERS 



Carl turned away and his blue eyes were on the far 

 horizon. Changes will come, he thought, and unless we 

 move with the times the profession that we grasp so tightly 

 and jealously may slip like quicksilver through our fingers. 

 After all, it happened to the Basques, the English, the 

 Dutch and the New Englanders in earlier days. 



He watched a lone albatross gliding on motionless 

 wings. Who knows, he concluded, my son Hans may 

 have to learn to fly if he is to be a whale hunter like his 

 father. 



