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Show oo . - I Walt Mason . . THE WHALE lhe othci do;. I m a whale, the first my old eyes ever viewed; li frolicked on the waters pgle, and made mi e think 1 1 must be stewed For l wan gazing out to :-ea. my mind oncerned with fancies light, a book of verses on my knee, and not prepared for such a sight It Seemed B Mi and happy fish, a von Ojptlmislfa whale, and made the water go Iter Which whene'er n flapped its giant tail An ancient seaman at my side looked on with trouble on his brow. "The whales are getting scarce." he cried, "we do not see tnem often now. The whnb -...ii sc.- may be the last, where COUntlCSS i thousands used to lurk: they're killing ..ff the poor things fast machinery now . dr,.?s the work The risky life seemed I good to inn when I fought whales, in b) -.,-nnc years, but now they butcher whales at sen. aa 1C. C. packers butcher sieer., i he good old monsters of the deep don't have ii chance to kep tholr goats; the i harvesters go forth to reap tiio wholes I as farmers harvest oats. Thsy used to haunt this sunny ce-asl, you d see them i any winter day; but they liuve yielded up the ghost, they're killed and canned and shipped away." And still tin irhali 1 Momeo void of arc. from every dr. ad 1 ami trouble fraoj It gtood on end and leaped In air and .-amt-ed In a silver sea. |