June 1902 at the whaling station. I had heard of the killers that every year helped whalers catch huge whales. I thought, at the time, that this was just a story but then I witnessed it with my own eyes many times.Р On the afternoon I arrived at the station, as I was I sorting out my' modation, I heard a loud ing from the bay. We ran down to the shore in time to see an enormous animal opposite us throwing itself out of the water and then crashing down again. It was black and white and fish-shaped. But I knew it wasn't a fish.Р "That's Old Tom, the killer," one of the whalers, e, called out to me. "He's telling us there's a whale out there for us."Р Another whaler yelled out, "Rush-oo ...rush-oo." This was the call that announced there was about to be a whale hunt.
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