and when we were some thirty miles at sea the Captain told me that we were then on the edge of the feeding grounds where we could expect to see whales at any time. Hardly but the words left his mouth when the man in the "barrel" at sternmost began singing out "Whales on the port side. We looked to our left; there was a faint mist just dissolving in the wind nearly half a mile away -- all most instantly another cloud of vapour shot up into the air, and then in a whirl of white water the whale rose, "Humpback" said the Captain but he's all alone; it won't gay to chase him." The steamer kept on ahead, and we did not see the whale again although from the bridge with the glasses in my hand I saw the water on every side. Evi- dently the great animal bob up found the little sea-shrimp on whi its feeds (which float just under the surface of the water, it was "on the run" as the whalers call it, looking for new grounds. Twenty miles more and no whales in sight, and the wind began to freshen. The light