To any one studying the peculiar configuration of a cachalot's mouth, it would appear a difficult problem how the calf could suck.
Sir W. Flower and many others are of opinion that there is but one species of cachalot.
But it may, perhaps, be significant that a cachalot was stranded off Sark on June 3.
The cachalot has horrible jaws, and no fewer than forty-eight enormous teeth; he could with ease devour all; both boat and man.
If it be the whale-ship, reasoned he, she must have come back in search of the cachalot.
First, there is the horrible cachalot, whose head makes a full third of its entire frame.
Spermaceti, the solid waxy body carried round in the cachalot's head in solution, is a valuable whale-product.
The crane itself consisted of the long iron arrow and socket of one of the harpoons found in the carcass of the cachalot.
Still, as a practice, these creatures leave the cachalot respectfully alone, knowing instinctively that he is not their game.
We left the crew of the Catamaran in full occupation,—“smoking” shark-flesh on the back of a cachalot whale.