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256 We soon got close as was right to go; for the school might hear a hail, Or see the bark, and that was the last of our Bank-of-England Whale. 'Let her luff,' said the Old Man, gently. 'Now, lower away, my boys, And pull for a mile, then paddle,—and mind that you make no noise.'

"A minute more, and the boats were down; and out from the hull of the bark They shot with a nervous sweep of the oars, like dolphins away from a shark. Each officer stood in the stern, and watched, as he held the steering oar. And the crews bent down to their pulling as they never pulled before.

"Our Mate was as thorough a whaleman as I ever met afloat; And I was his harpooneer that day, and sat in the bow of the boat.