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Then
you
can
imagine
the
times
that
he
had
with
his
companions
,
ducking
under
the
rollers
;
or
coming
in
on
top
of
a
comber
and
landing
with
a
swash
and
a
splutter
as
the
big
wave
went
whirling
far
up
the
beach
;
or
standing
up
on
his
tail
and
scratching
his
head
as
the
old
people
did
;
or
playing
"
I
'm
the
King
of
the
Castle
"
on
slippery
,
weedy
rocks
that
just
stuck
out
of
the
wash
.
Now
and
then
he
would
see
a
thin
fin
,
like
a
big
shark
's
fin
,
drifting
along
close
to
shore
,
and
he
knew
that
that
was
the
Killer
Whale
,
the
Grampus
,
who
eats
young
seals
when
he
can
get
them
;
and
Kotick
would
head
for
the
beach
like
an
arrow
,
and
the
fin
would
jig
off
slowly
,
as
if
it
were
looking
for
nothing
at
all
.
Late
in
October
the
seals
began
to
leave
St.
Paul
's
for
the
deep
sea
,
by
families
and
tribes
,
and
there
was
no
more
fighting
over
the
nurseries
,
and
the
holluschickie
played
anywhere
they
liked
.
"
Next
year
,
"
said
Matkah
to
Kotick
,
"
you
will
be
a
holluschickie
;
but
this
year
you
must
learn
how
to
catch
fish
.
"
They
set
out
together
across
the
Pacific
,
and
Matkah
showed
Kotick
how
to
sleep
on
his
back
with
his
flippers
tucked
down
by
his
side
and
his
little
nose
just
out
of
the
water
.
No
cradle
is
so
comfortable
as
the
long
,
rocking
swell
of
the
Pacific
.
When
Kotick
felt
his
skin
tingle
all
over
,
Matkah
told
him
he
was
learning
the
"
feel
of
the
water
,
"
and
that
tingly
,
prickly
feelings
meant
bad
weather
coming
,
and
he
must
swim
hard
and
get
away
.
"
In
a
little
time
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
'll
know
where
to
swim
to
,
but
just
now
we
'll
follow
Sea
Pig
,
the
Porpoise
,
for
he
is
very
wise
.
"
A
school
of
porpoises
were
ducking
and
tearing
through
the
water
,
and
little
Kotick
followed
them
as
fast
as
he
could
.
"
How
do
you
know
where
to
go
to
?
"
he
panted
.
The
leader
of
the
school
rolled
his
white
eye
and
ducked
under
.
"
My
tail
tingles
,
youngster
,
"
he
said
.
"
That
means
there
's
a
gale
behind
me
.
Come
along
!
When
you
're
south
of
the
Sticky
Water
(
he
meant
the
Equator
)
and
your
tail
tingles
,
that
means
there
's
a
gale
in
front
of
you
and
you
must
head
north
.
Come
along
!
The
water
feels
bad
here
.
"
This
was
one
of
very
many
things
that
Kotick
learned
,
and
he
was
always
learning
.
Matkah
taught
him
to
follow
the
cod
and
the
halibut
along
the
under-sea
banks
and
wrench
the
rockling
out
of
his
hole
among
the
weeds
;
how
to
skirt
the
wrecks
lying
a
hundred
fathoms
below
water
and
dart
like
a
rifle
bullet
in
at
one
porthole
and
out
at
another
as
the
fishes
ran
;
how
to
dance
on
the
top
of
the
waves
when
the
lightning
was
racing
all
over
the
sky
,
and
wave
his
flipper
politely
to
the
stumpy-tailed
Albatross
and
the
Man-of-war
Hawk
as
they
went
down
the
wind
;
how
to
jump
three
or
four
feet
clear
of
the
water
like
a
dolphin
,
flippers
close
to
the
side
and
tail
curved
;
to
leave
the
flying
fish
alone
because
they
are
all
bony
;
to
take
the
shoulder-piece
out
of
a
cod
at
full
speed
ten
fathoms
deep
,
and
never
to
stop
and
look
at
a
boat
or
a
ship
,
but
particularly
a
row-boat
.
At
the
end
of
six
months
what
Kotick
did
not
know
about
deep-sea
fishing
was
not
worth
the
knowing
.
And
all
that
time
he
never
set
flipper
on
dry
ground
.
One
day
,
however
,
as
he
was
lying
half
asleep
in
the
warm
water
somewhere
off
the
Island
of
Juan
Fernandez
,
he
felt
faint
and
lazy
all
over
,
just
as
human
people
do
when
the
spring
is
in
their
legs
,
and
he
remembered
the
good
firm
beaches
of
Novastoshnah
seven
thousand
miles
away
,
the
games
his
companions
played
,
the
smell
of
the
seaweed
,
the
seal
roar
,
and
the
fighting
.
That
very
minute
he
turned
north
,
swimming
steadily
,
and
as
he
went
on
he
met
scores
of
his
mates
,
all
bound
for
the
same
place
,
and
they
said
:
"
Greeting
,
Kotick
!
This
year
we
are
all
holluschickie
,
and
we
can
dance
the
Fire-dance
in
the
breakers
off
Lukannon
and
play
on
the
new
grass
.
But
where
did
you
get
that
coat
?
"
Kotick
's
fur
was
almost
pure
white
now
,
and
though
he
felt
very
proud
of
it
,
he
only
said
,
"
Swim
quickly
!
My
bones
are
aching
for
the
land
.
"
And
so
they
all
came
to
the
beaches
where
they
had
been
born
,
and
heard
the
old
seals
,
their
fathers
,
fighting
in
the
rolling
mist
.
That
night
Kotick
danced
the
Fire-dance
with
the
yearling
seals
.
The
sea
is
full
of
fire
on
summer
nights
all
the
way
down
from
Novastoshnah
to
Lukannon
,
and
each
seal
leaves
a
wake
like
burning
oil
behind
him
and
a
flaming
flash
when
he
jumps
,
and
the
waves
break
in
great
phosphorescent
streaks
and
swirls
.
Then
they
went
inland
to
the
holluschickie
grounds
and
rolled
up
and
down
in
the
new
wild
wheat
and
told
stories
of
what
they
had
done
while
they
had
been
at
sea
.
They
talked
about
the
Pacific
as
boys
would
talk
about
a
wood
that
they
had
been
nutting
in
,
and
if
anyone
had
understood
them
he
could
have
gone
away
and
made
such
a
chart
of
that
ocean
as
never
was
.
The
three
--
and
four-year-old
holluschickie
romped
down
from
Hutchinson
's
Hill
crying
:
"
Out
of
the
way
,
youngsters
!
The
sea
is
deep
and
you
do
n't
know
all
that
's
in
it
yet
.
Wait
till
you
've
rounded
the
Horn
.
Hi
,
you
yearling
,
where
did
you
get
that
white
coat
?
"
