steamer rolled, + pitched & tumbled as she plunged into the great waves, her decks washed by the water which swept across her at every plunge. "Sea-sick" asked the Captain as he saw my face begin to lose colour and my hands grasp the rail of the bridge to steady myself. "A little" I answered, but the half had not been told, for few are the men even those who long used to the sea who are not put "under the weather" on their first day on these little rocky-isles with nothing shakers. It was three o'clock in the after- noon before the man in the barer again but "Whales ahead". I made my way forward along the pitching decks, climbed the steep ladder to the bridge and stood by beside the Captain, "There they are" he said pointing at the starboard bow, and looking into the distance until I could just make out four or five spots far out to sea, and a little further one and another spot appeared on her port side followed by the "flashes" of tails of a large whale. This whale