My father came in as usual with Ben the whaler, and I read the letter.
If I were in your place I would try and get away in an American whaler.
Going south in 1873 they were picked up by the whaler Ravenscraig near Cape York.
This information he gave to every whaler and other vessel the Southern Cross fell in with.
I assure you, our being found by the whaler was the merest chance in the world.
“She appears to be a whaler, and pretty full,” observed Harry.
I remember meeting a man who had belonged to the American whaler Essex.
While in command of a whaler, he had been far towards the north pole.
Sometimes a whaler, sometimes a cod fisher, sometimes a slaver.
I will not dwell on the scenes which ensued on board the whaler.