We picked up at the end of the days hunting. By this time the whales had gotten together - were all around us - on every side, spout after spout into the air & the water was white with foam from the carbing fleches. Once I saw two months off already standing on their heads in the water, turning their tails from side to side as if in play. Again a big fellow rose on the port side, no close - but beside the Flanner that the gun could not be turned down, and blew it an my face. A bunch of the vessel threw me off my feet just as he was coming to the surface, but scrambling to my knees I snapped my camera just before he got down. Catching him with the flippers still distended. At his due was away a short arm & as the steam rose swirling about he came up right under the bow - "Look out" yelled the captain, and at the wild downwards came the crashing roar of an gun; the whale threw his flippers high in the air shoving them as thin he would throw off the stage barrows, turn back downward & dive. The huge lines and - the rollers as fast one after another were not with the terrific rush