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Sea
Catch
had
just
finished
his
forty-fifth
fight
one
spring
when
Matkah
,
his
soft
,
sleek
,
gentle-eyed
wife
,
came
up
out
of
the
sea
,
and
he
caught
her
by
the
scruff
of
the
neck
and
dumped
her
down
on
his
reservation
,
saying
gruffly
:
"
Late
as
usual
.
Where
have
you
been
?
"
It
was
not
the
fashion
for
Sea
Catch
to
eat
anything
during
the
four
months
he
stayed
on
the
beaches
,
and
so
his
temper
was
generally
bad
.
Matkah
knew
better
than
to
answer
back
.
She
looked
round
and
cooed
:
"
How
thoughtful
of
you
.
You
've
taken
the
old
place
again
.
"
"
I
should
think
I
had
,
"
said
Sea
Catch
.
"
Look
at
me
!
"
He
was
scratched
and
bleeding
in
twenty
places
;
one
eye
was
almost
out
,
and
his
sides
were
torn
to
ribbons
.
"
Oh
,
you
men
,
you
men
!
"
Matkah
said
,
fanning
herself
with
her
hind
flipper
.
"
Why
ca
n't
you
be
sensible
and
settle
your
places
quietly
?
You
look
as
though
you
had
been
fighting
with
the
Killer
Whale
.
"
"
I
have
n't
been
doing
anything
but
fight
since
the
middle
of
May
.
The
beach
is
disgracefully
crowded
this
season
.
I
've
met
at
least
a
hundred
seals
from
Lukannon
Beach
,
house
hunting
.
Why
ca
n't
people
stay
where
they
belong
?
"
"
I
've
often
thought
we
should
be
much
happier
if
we
hauled
out
at
Otter
Island
instead
of
this
crowded
place
,
"
said
Matkah
.
"
Bah
!
Only
the
holluschickie
go
to
Otter
Island
.
If
we
went
there
they
would
say
we
were
afraid
.
We
must
preserve
appearances
,
my
dear
.
"
Sea
Catch
sunk
his
head
proudly
between
his
fat
shoulders
and
pretended
to
go
to
sleep
for
a
few
minutes
,
but
all
the
time
he
was
keeping
a
sharp
lookout
for
a
fight
.
Now
that
all
the
seals
and
their
wives
were
on
the
land
,
you
could
hear
their
clamor
miles
out
to
sea
above
the
loudest
gales
.
At
the
lowest
counting
there
were
over
a
million
seals
on
the
beach
--
old
seals
,
mother
seals
,
tiny
babies
,
and
holluschickie
,
fighting
,
scuffling
,
bleating
,
crawling
,
and
playing
together
--
going
down
to
the
sea
and
coming
up
from
it
in
gangs
and
regiments
,
lying
over
every
foot
of
ground
as
far
as
the
eye
could
reach
,
and
skirmishing
about
in
brigades
through
the
fog
.
It
is
nearly
always
foggy
at
Novastoshnah
,
except
when
the
sun
comes
out
and
makes
everything
look
all
pearly
and
rainbow-colored
for
a
little
while
.
