<h3>THE WHALE'S STORY.</h3>
<p class="cap"><span class="dcap">Freddy</span> sat thinking on the seat under the
trees. It was a wide, white seat, about four
feet long, sloping from the sides to the middle, something
like a swing; and was not only comfortable
but curious, for it was made of a whale's bone.
Freddy often sat there, and thought about it for he
was very much interested in it, and nobody could
tell him any thing of it, except that it had been
there a long time.</p>
<p>"Poor old whale, I wonder how you got here,
where you came from, and if you were a good and
happy creature while you lived," said Freddy, patting
the old bone with his little hand.</p>
<p>It gave a great creak; and a sudden gust of air
stirred the trees, as if some monster groaned and
sighed. Then Freddy heard a strange voice, very
loud, yet cracked and queer, as if some one tried to
talk with a broken jaw.</p>
<p>"Freddy ahoy!" called the big voice. "I'll tell
you all about it; for you are the only person who
ever pitied me, or cared to know any thing about
me."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</SPAN></span>
"Why, can you talk?" asked Freddy, very much
astonished and a little frightened.</p>
<p>"Of course I can, for this is a part of my jaw-bone.
I should talk better if my whole mouth was
here; but I'm afraid my voice would then be so loud
you wouldn't be able to hear it. I don't think any
one but you would understand me, any way. It isn't
every one that can, you know; but you are a thoughtful
little chap, with a lively fancy as well as a kind
heart, so you shall hear my story."</p>
<p>"Thank you, I should like it very much, if you
would please to speak a little lower, and not sigh;
for your voice almost stuns me, and your breath
nearly blows me away," said Freddy.</p>
<p>"I'll try: but it's hard to suit my tone to such a
mite, or to help groaning when I think of my sad
fate; though I deserve it, perhaps," said the bone,
more gently.</p>
<p>"Were you a naughty whale?" asked Freddy.</p>
<p>"I was proud, very proud, and foolish; and so I
suffered for it. I dare say you know a good deal
about us. I see you reading often, and you seem a
sensible child."</p>
<p>"No: I haven't read about you yet, and I only
know that you are the biggest fish there is," replied
Freddy.</p>
<p>The bone creaked and shook, as if it was laughing,
and said in a tone that showed it hadn't got
over its pride yet:</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</SPAN></span>
"You're wrong there, my dear; we are not fishes
at all, though stupid mortals have called us so for a
long time. We can't live without air; we have warm,
red blood; and we don't lay eggs,—so we are <i>not</i>
fishes. We certainly <i>are</i> the biggest creatures in the
sea and out of it. Why, bless you! some of us are
nearly a hundred feet long; our tails alone are
fifteen or twenty feet wide; the biggest of us weigh
five hundred thousand pounds, and have in them the
fat, bone, and muscle of a thousand cattle. The
lower jaw of one of my family made an arch large
enough for a man on horseback to ride under easily,
and my cousins of the sperm-family usually yield
eighty barrels of oil."</p>
<p>"Gracious me, what monsters you are!" cried
Freddy, taking a long breath, while his eyes got
bigger and bigger as he listened.</p>
<p>"Ah! you may well say so; we are a very wonderful
and interesting family. All our branches are
famous in one way or another. Fin-backs, sperms,
and rights are the largest; then come the norwhals,
the dolphins, and porpoises,—which last, I dare say,
you've seen."</p>
<p>"Yes: but tell me about the big ones, please.
Which were you?" cried Freddy.</p>
<p>"I was a Right whale, from Greenland. The
Sperms live in warm places; but to us the torrid zone
is like a sea of fire, and we don't pass it. Our<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</SPAN></span>
cousins do; and go to the East Indies by way of the
North Pole, which is more than your famous Parrys
and Franklins could do."</p>
<p>"I don't know about that; but I'd like to hear
what you eat, and how you live, and why you came
here," said Freddy, who thought the whale rather
inclined to boast.</p>
<p>"Well, we haven't got any teeth,—our branch of
the family; and we live on creatures so small, that
you could only see them with a microscope. Yes,
you may stare; but it's true, my dear. The roofs of
our mouths are made of whalebone, in broad pieces
from six to eight feet long, arranged one against the
other; so they make an immense sieve. The tongue,
which makes about five barrels of oil, lies below,
like a cushion of white satin. When we want to
feed, we rush through the water, which is full of the
little things we eat, and catch them in our sieve,
spurting the water through two holes in our heads.
Then we collect the food with our tongue, and
swallow it; for, though we are so big, our throats
are small. We roam about in the ocean, leaping and
floating, feeding and spouting, flying from our enemies,
or fighting bravely to defend our young ones."</p>
<p>"Have you got any enemies? I shouldn't think
you could have, you are so large," said Freddy.</p>
<p>"But we have, and many too,—three who attack
us in the water, and several more that men use<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</SPAN></span>
against us. The killer, the sword-fish, and the
thrasher trouble us at home. The killer fastens to
us, and won't be shaken off till he has worried us to
death; the sword-fish stabs us with his sword; and
the thrasher whips us to death with his own slender,
but strong and heavy body. Then, men harpoon
us, shoot or entrap us; and make us into oil and
candles and seats, and stiffening for gowns and
umbrellas," said the bone, in a tone of scorn.</p>
<p>Freddy laughed at the idea, and asked, "How
about candles? I know about oil and seats and
umbrellas; but I thought candles were made of
wax."</p>
<p>"I can't say much on that point: I only know
that, when a sperm whale is killed, they make oil out
of the fat part as they do of ours; but the Sperms
have a sort of cistern in their heads, full of stuff like
cream, and rose-colored. They cut a hole in the
skull, and dip it out; and sometimes get sixteen or
twenty barrels. This is made into what you call
spermaceti candles. <i>We</i> don't have any such nonsense
about us; but the Sperms always were a light-headed
set."</p>
<p>Here the bone laughed, in a cracked sort of roar,
which sent Freddy flying off the seat on to the grass,
where he stayed, laughing also, though he didn't see
any joke.</p>
<p>"I beg your pardon, child. It isn't often that I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</SPAN></span>
laugh; for I've a heavy heart somewhere, and have
known trouble enough to make me as sad as the sea
is sometimes."</p>
<p>"Tell me about your troubles; I pity you very
much, and like to hear you talk," said Freddy,
kindly.</p>
<p>"Unfortunately we are very easily killed, in spite
of our size; and have various afflictions besides
death. We grow blind; our jaws are deformed
sometimes; our tails, with which we swim, get hurt;
and we have dyspepsia."</p>
<p>Freddy shouted at that; for he knew what dyspepsia
was, because at the sea-side there were many
sickly people who were always groaning about that
disease.</p>
<p>"It's no laughing matter, I assure you," said the
whale's bone. "We suffer a great deal, and get thin
and weak and miserable. I've sometimes thought
that's the reason we are blue."</p>
<p>"Perhaps, as you have no teeth, you don't chew
your food enough, and so have dyspepsia, like an old
gentleman I know," said Freddy.</p>
<p>"That's not the reason; my cousins, the Sperms,
have teeth, and dyspepsia also."</p>
<p>"Are they blue?"</p>
<p>"No, black and white. But I was going to tell
you my troubles. My father was harpooned when
I was very young, and I remember how bravely he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</SPAN></span>
died. The Rights usually run away when they see
a whaler coming; not from cowardice,—oh, dear,
no!—but discretion. The Sperms stay and fight,
and are killed off very fast; for they are a very
headstrong family. We fight when we can't help it;
and my father died like a hero. They chased him
five hours before they stuck him; he tried to get
away, and dragged three or four boats and sixteen
hundred fathoms of line from eight in the morning
till four at night. Then they got out another line,
and he towed the ship itself for more than an hour.
There were fifteen harpoons in him: he chewed up
a boat, pitched several men overboard, and damaged
the vessel, before they killed him. Ah! he was a
father to be proud of."</p>
<p>Freddy sat respectfully silent for a few minutes,
as the old bone seemed to feel a great deal on the
subject. Presently he went on again:</p>
<p>"The Sperms live in herds; but the Rights go in
pairs, and are very fond of one another. My wife
was a charming creature, and we were very happy,
till one sad day, when she was playing with our
child,—a sweet little whaleling only twelve feet long,
and weighing but a ton,—my son was harpooned.
His mamma, instead of flying, wrapped her fins
round him, and dived as far as the line allowed.
Then she came up, and dashed at the boats in great
rage and anguish, entirely regardless of the danger<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</SPAN></span>
she was in. The men struck my son, in order to get
her, and they soon succeeded; but even then, in
spite of her suffering, she did not try to escape, but
clung to little Spouter till both were killed. Alas!
alas!"</p>
<p>Here the poor bone creaked so dismally, Freddy
feared it would tumble to pieces, and bring the story
to an end too soon.</p>
<p>"Don't think of those sorrowful things," he said;
"tell me how you came to be here. Were you
harpooned?"</p>
<p>"Not I; for I've been very careful all my life to
keep out of the way of danger: I'm not like one of
my relations, who attacked a ship, gave it such a
dreadful blow that he made a great hole, the water
rushed in, and the vessel was wrecked. But he
paid dearly for that prank; for a few months afterward
another ship harpooned him very easily, finding
two spears still in him, and a wound in his head. I
forgot to mention, that the Sperms have fine ivory
teeth, and make ambergris,—a sort of stuff that
smells very nice, and costs a great deal. I give you
these little facts about my family, as you seem interested,
and it's always well to improve the minds of
young people."</p>
<p>"You are very kind; but will you be good enough
to tell about yourself?" said Freddy again; for the
bone seemed to avoid that part of the story, as if he
didn't want to tell it.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</SPAN></span>
"Well, if I must, I must; but I'm sorry to confess
what a fool I've been. You know what coral is,
don't you?"</p>
<p>"No," said Freddy, wondering why it asked.</p>
<p>"Then I must tell you, I suppose. There is a bit
in the house there,—that rough, white, stony stuff on
the table in the parlor. It's full of little holes, you
know. Well, those holes are the front doors of
hundreds of little polypes, or coral worms, who
build the great branches of coral, and live there.
They are of various shapes and colors,—some like
stars; some fine as a thread, and blue or yellow;
others like snails and tiny lobsters. Some people
say the real coral-makers are shaped like little
oblong bags of jelly, closed at one end, the other
open, with six or eight little feelers, like a star, all
around it. The other creatures are boarders or
visitors: these are the real workers, and, when they
sit in their cells and put out their feelers, they make
all manner of lovely colors under the water,—crimson,
green, orange, and violet. But if they are taken
up or touched, the coral people go in doors, and the
beautiful hues disappear. They say there are many
coral reefs and islands built by these industrious
people, in the South Seas; but I can't go there to
see, and I am contented with those I find in the
northern latitudes. I knew such a community of
coral builders, and used to watch them long ago,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</SPAN></span>
when they began to work. It was a charming spot,
down under the sea; for all manner of lovely plants
grew there; splendid fishes sailed to and fro; wonderful
shells lay about; crimson and yellow prawns,
long, gliding green worms, and purple sea-urchins,
were there. When I asked the polypes what they
were doing, and they answered, 'Building an island,'
I laughed at them; for the idea that these tiny, soft
atoms could make any thing was ridiculous. 'You
may roar; but you'll see that we are right, if you
live long enough,' said they. 'Our family have built
thousands of islands and long reefs, that the sea
can't get over, strong as it is.' That amused me
immensely; but I wouldn't believe it, and laughed
more than ever."</p>
<p>"It does seem very strange," said Freddy, looking
at the branch of coral which he had brought out to
examine.</p>
<p>"Doesn't it? and isn't it hard to believe? I used
to go, now and then, to see how the little fellows got
on, and always found them hard at it. For a long
while there was only a little plant without leaves,
growing slowly taller and taller; for they always
build upward toward the light. By and by, the
small shrub was a tree: flying-fish roosted in its
branches; sea-cows lay under its shadow; and thousands
of jolly little polypes lived and worked in its
white chambers. I was glad to see them getting on<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</SPAN></span>
so well; but still I didn't believe in the island story,
and used to joke them about their ambition. They
were very good-natured, and only answered me,
'Wait a little longer, Friend Right.' I had my own
affairs to attend to; so, for years at a time, I forgot
the coral-workers, and spent most of my life up
Greenland way, for warm climates don't agree with
my constitution. When I came back, after a long
absence, I was astonished to see the tree grown into
a large umbrella-shaped thing, rising above the
water. Sea-weed had washed up and clung there;
sea-birds had made nests there; land-birds and the
winds had carried seeds there, which had sprung up;
trunks of trees had been cast there by the sea;
lizards, insects, and little animals came with the
trees, and were the first inhabitants; and, behold! it
<i>was</i> an island."</p>
<p>"What did you say then?" asked Freddy.</p>
<p>"I was angry, and didn't want to own that I was
wrong; so I insisted that it wasn't a real island,
without people on it. 'Wait a little longer,' answered
the polypes; and went on, building broader
and broader foundations. I flounced away in a
rage, and didn't go back for a great while. I hoped
something would happen to the coral builders and
their island; but I was so curious that I couldn't
keep away, and, on going back there, I found a
settlement of fishermen, and the beginning of a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</SPAN></span>
thriving town. Now I should have been in a towering
passion at this, if in my travels I hadn't discovered
a race of little creatures as much smaller
than polypes as a mouse is smaller than an elephant.
I heard two learned men talking about diatoms, as
they sailed to Labrador; and I listened. They said
these people lived in both salt and fresh water, and
were found in all parts of the world. They were a
glassy shell, holding a soft, golden-yellow substance,
and that they were so countless that banks were
made of them, and that a town here in these United
States was founded on them. They were the food of
many little sea-animals, who, in turn, fed us big
creatures, and were very interesting and wonderful.
I saved up this story; and, when the polypes asked
if they hadn't done what they intended, I told them
I didn't think it so very remarkable, for the tiny
diatoms made cities, and were far more astonishing
animals than they. I thought that would silence
them; but they just turned round, and informed me
that my diatoms were plants, not animals,—so my
story was all humbug. Then I <i>was</i> mad; and
couldn't get over the fact that these little rascals had
done what we, the kings of the sea, couldn't do. I
wasn't content with being the biggest creature there:
I wanted to be the most skilful also. I didn't
remember that every thing has its own place and
use, and should be happy in doing the work for<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</SPAN></span>
which it was made. I fretted over the matter a long
while, and at last decided to make an island myself."</p>
<p>"How could you?" asked Freddy.</p>
<p>"I had my plans; and thought them very wise ones.
I was so bent on outdoing the polypes that I didn't
much care what happened; and so I went to work
in my clumsy way. I couldn't pile up stones, or
build millions of cells; so I just made an island of
myself. I swam up into the harbor yonder one
night; covered my back with sea-weed; and lay still
on the top of the water. In the morning the gulls
came to see what it was, and pecked away at the
weeds, telling me very soon that they knew what I
was after, and that I couldn't gull them. All the
people on shore turned out to see the wonder also;
for a fisherman had carried the tidings, and every
one was wild to behold the new island. After staring
and chattering a long while, boats came off to
examine the mystery. Loads of scientific gentlemen
worked away at me with microscopes, hammers,
acids, and all sorts of tests, to decide what I was;
and kept up such a fire of long words that I was
'most dead. They couldn't make up their minds;
and meanwhile news of the strange thing spread, and
every sort of person came to see me. The gulls kept
telling them the joke; but they didn't understand,
and I got on capitally. Every night I dined and fed
and frolicked till dawn; then put on my sea-weeds,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</SPAN></span>
and lay still to be stared at. I wanted some one to
come and live on me; then I should be equal to the
island of the polypes. But no one came, and I was
beginning to be tired of fooling people, when I was
fooled myself. An old sailor came to visit me: he
had been a whaler, and he soon guessed the secret.
But he said nothing till he was safely out of danger;
then he got all ready, and one day, as I lay placidly
in the sun, a horrible harpoon came flying through
the air, and sunk deep into my back. I forgot every
thing but the pain, and dived for my life. Alas! the
tide was low; the harbor-bar couldn't be passed; and
I found hundreds of boats chasing me, till I was
driven ashore down there on the flats. Big and
strong as we are, once out of water, and we are
perfectly helpless. I was soon despatched; and my
bones left to whiten on the sand. This was long
ago; and, one by one, all my relics have been
carried off or washed away. My jaw-bone has been
used as a seat here, till it's worn out; but I couldn't
crumble away till I'd told some one my story. Remember,
child, pride goeth before a fall."</p>
<p>Then, with a great creak, the bone tumbled to
pieces; and found a peaceful grave in the long green
grass.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2><SPAN name="X" id="X"></SPAN>X.</h2>
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