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1The Captain was right. The barbarous and inconsiderate greed of these fishermen will one day cause the disappearance of
2the last whale in the ocean. Ned Land whistled "Yankee-doodle" between his teeth, thrust his hands into his pockets, and
3turned his back upon us. But Captain Nemo watched the troop of cetacea, and, addressing me, said: "I was right in saying
4that whales had natural enemies enough, without counting man. These will have plenty to do before long. Do you see, M.
5Aronnax, about eight miles to leeward, those blackish moving points?" "Yes, Captain," I replied. "Those are
6cachalots--terrible animals, which I have met in troops of two or three hundred. As to those, they are cruel,
7mischievous creatures; they would be right in exterminating them." The Canadian turned quickly at the last words. "Well,
8Captain," said he, "it is still time, in the interest of the whales." "It is useless to expose one's self, Professor.
9The Nautilus will disperse them. It is armed with a steel spur as good as Master Land's harpoon, I imagine." The
10Canadian did not put himself out enough to shrug his shoulders. Attack cetacea with blows of a spur! Who had ever heard
11of such a thing? "Wait, M. Aronnax," said Captain Nemo. "We will show you something you have never yet seen. We have no
12pity for these ferocious creatures. They are nothing but mouth and teeth." Mouth and teeth! No one could better describe
13the macrocephalous cachalot, which is sometimes more than seventy-five feet long. Its enormous head occupies one-third
14of its entire body. Better armed than the whale, whose upper jaw is furnished only with whalebone, it is supplied with
15twenty-five large tusks, about eight inches long, cylindrical and conical at the top, each weighing two pounds. It is in
16the upper part of this enormous head, in great cavities divided by cartilages, that is to be found from six to eight
17hundred pounds of that precious oil called spermaceti. The cachalot is a disagreeable creature, more tadpole than fish,
18according to Fredol's description. It is badly formed, the whole of its left side being (if we may say it), a "failure,"
19and being only able to see with its right eye. But the formidable troop was nearing us. They had seen the whales and
20were preparing to attack them. One could judge beforehand that the cachalots would be victorious, not only because they
21were better built for attack than their inoffensive adversaries, but also because they could remain longer under water
22without coming to the surface. There was only just time to go to the help of the whales. The Nautilus went under water.
23Conseil, Ned Land, and I took our places before the window in the saloon, and Captain Nemo joined the pilot in his cage
24to work his apparatus as an engine of destruction. Soon I felt the beatings of the screw quicken, and our speed
25increased. The battle between the cachalots and the whales had already begun when the Nautilus arrived. They did not at
26first show any fear at the sight of this new monster joining in the conflict. But they soon had to guard against its
27blows. What a battle! The Nautilus was nothing but a formidable harpoon, brandished by the hand of its Captain. It
28hurled itself against the fleshy mass, passing through from one part to the other, leaving behind it two quivering
29halves of the animal. It could not feel the formidable blows from their tails upon its sides, nor the shock which it
30produced itself, much more. One cachalot killed, it ran at the next, tacked on the spot that it might not miss its prey,
31going forwards and backwards, answering to its helm, plunging when the cetacean dived into the deep waters, coming up
32with it when it returned to the surface, striking it front or sideways, cutting or tearing in all directions and at any
33pace, piercing it with its terrible spur. What carnage! What a noise on the surface of the waves! What sharp hissing,
34and what snorting peculiar to these enraged animals! In the midst of these waters, generally so peaceful, their tails
35made perfect billows. For one hour this wholesale massacre continued, from which the cachalots could not escape. Several
36times ten or twelve united tried to crush the Nautilus by their weight. From the window we could see their enormous
37mouths, studded with tusks, and their formidable eyes. Ned Land could not contain himself; he threatened and swore at
38them. We could feel them clinging to our vessel like dogs worrying a wild boar in a copse. But the Nautilus, working its
39screw, carried them here and there, or to the upper levels of the ocean, without caring for their enormous weight, nor
40the powerful strain on the vessel. At length the mass of cachalots broke up, the waves became quiet, and I felt that we
41were rising to the surface. The panel opened, and we hurried on to the platform. The sea was covered with mutilated
42bodies. A formidable explosion could not have divided and torn this fleshy mass with more violence. We were floating
43amid gigantic bodies, bluish on the back and white underneath, covered with enormous protuberances. Some terrified
44cachalots were flying towards the horizon. The waves were dyed red for several miles, and the Nautilus floated in a sea
45of blood: Captain Nemo joined us. "Well, Master Land?" said he. "Well, sir," replied the Canadian, whose enthusiasm had
46somewhat calmed; "it is a terrible spectacle, certainly. But I am not a butcher. I am a hunter, and I call this a
47butchery." "It is a massacre of mischievous creatures," replied the Captain; "and the Nautilus is not a butcher's
48knife." "I like my harpoon better," said the Canadian. "Every one to his own," answered the Captain, looking fixedly at
49Ned Land. I feared he would commit some act of violence, which would end in sad consequences. But his anger was turned
50by the sight of a whale which the Nautilus had just come up with. The creature had not quite escaped from the cachalot's
51teeth. I recognised the southern whale by its flat head, which is entirely black. Anatomically, it is distinguished from
52the white whale and the North Cape whale by the seven cervical vertebrae, and it has two more ribs than its congeners.
53The unfortunate cetacean was lying on its side, riddled with holes from the bites, and quite dead. From its mutilated
54fin still hung a young whale which it could not save from the massacre. Its open mouth let the water flow in and out,
55murmuring like the waves breaking on the shore. Captain Nemo steered close to the corpse of the creature. Two of his men
56mounted its side, and I saw, not without surprise, that they were drawing from its breasts all the milk which they
57contained, that is to say, about two or three tons. The Captain offered me a cup of the milk, which was still warm. I
58could not help showing my repugnance to the drink; but he assured me that it was excellent, and not to be distinguished
59from cow's milk. I tasted it, and was of his opinion. It was a useful reserve to us, for in the shape of salt butter or
60cheese it would form an agreeable variety from our ordinary food. From that day I noticed with uneasiness that Ned
61Land's ill-will towards Captain Nemo increased, and I resolved to watch the Canadian's gestures closely.
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