The pilot: a tale of the sea. By J. Fenimore Cooper.

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d: of using the Il y eo t you have rigge(l fi)l a t
lance,') sait his comnltmtandert, who entered into tlhe
sport w ith all the atardttur of one whose.yout t had
bcct ci:ticfly p) assetd in stcl pursuits' fiel your
litle, Mastcr1 (:fllvii; can ive hault aloltside of our
1n-(it0yn I dluke not tihe course le i s stecring, as
lie tow us fi'rom tlhe schoonefr,"
"'Tis the (treater's way, sir," saidi the cocksainl;', y on knoi t he t( neet the air in taher nosttils, whe tllthey trun, t}el same as a man; b})t lay
hold(, boys, nldt te t t s hault ui to Itimnt''
The seamit nowx seize tie e }wtale-titne, and
slowly drawi tlir butoat to within a fie::w fi.eet of the
tail of tlhe fish, vhosc progi'ess becamic sensibly
lests rapid, as he llretw weak with til loss of tblood.
Ilt a ftiew tt ts tie stopl)(p.d runnitlng, al I app)eat r
to roll unttasily on the water, as if sufttlrin? the
aoiiy of (icatEh.'Shall we 1)t1 in, antd finish him, Ton 7" cried
lasta blt; " a feiw sets front: your btayonet would
do it."
I'he cocikswvain stiotod c xatninin'; his gattine, rit
coolt discretion,tl and replied to this interrogtalt).t.
"No, si) itn tlY. n.li}e's going intot his flurry; there's
no occasion for dtisg"acing ourselves by usintg a
soldlier's we aton in tdmng a wlxhale. Stain ot ('t sit',
sit(aitl oif! the creater's in his flurry!'"
The,walrt ittnig of tohe prutdentt eocksx'iain w\as
p'iompity ob.yc(d, atnd( thle boat cautiously drew off'
to a distantc leaivini t to die animal a clear space1(
while undert its d ying agonies. Fromt a state of
pertett reirit) tie tetrribIe itonstet' th}rew its tail )nt
by a pyranidt o tfoam, that xwals deeply dyed with
blood.'I'h he roar'ingsof tile tishl were like the bel.
lowntrigs of' a lerd of bulls, and to one who war iw g