“In that case, as I have never fished in these seas, I do not know the kind of whale frequenting them!”
“I have told you, Ned.”
“A greater reason for making their acquaintance,” said Conseil.
“Look! look!” exclaimed the Canadian, “they approach: they aggravate me; they know that I cannot get at them!”
Ned stamped his feet. His hand trembled, as he grasped an imaginary harpoon.
“Are these cetaceans as large as those of the northern seas?” asked he.
“Very nearly, Ned.”
“Because I have seen large whales, sir, whales measuring a hundred feet. I have even been told that those of Hullamoch and Umgallick, of the Aleutian Islands, are sometimes a hundred and fifty feet long.”
“That seems to me exaggeration. These creatures are only balaeaopterons, provided with dorsal fins; and, like the cachalots, are generally much smaller than the Greenland whale.”
“Ah!” exclaimed the Canadian, whose eyes had never left the ocean, “they are coming nearer; they are in the same water as the Nautilus.”