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The
distance
to
the
killing-grounds
was
only
half
a
mile
,
but
it
took
an
hour
to
cover
,
because
if
the
seals
went
too
fast
Kerick
knew
that
they
would
get
heated
and
then
their
fur
would
come
off
in
patches
when
they
were
skinned
.
So
they
went
on
very
slowly
,
past
Sea
Lion
's
Neck
,
past
Webster
House
,
till
they
came
to
the
Salt
House
just
beyond
the
sight
of
the
seals
on
the
beach
.
Kotick
followed
,
panting
and
wondering
.
He
thought
that
he
was
at
the
world
's
end
,
but
the
roar
of
the
seal
nurseries
behind
him
sounded
as
loud
as
the
roar
of
a
train
in
a
tunnel
.
Then
Kerick
sat
down
on
the
moss
and
pulled
out
a
heavy
pewter
watch
and
let
the
drove
cool
off
for
thirty
minutes
,
and
Kotick
could
hear
the
fog-dew
dripping
off
the
brim
of
his
cap
.
Then
ten
or
twelve
men
,
each
with
an
iron-bound
club
three
or
four
feet
long
,
came
up
,
and
Kerick
pointed
out
one
or
two
of
the
drove
that
were
bitten
by
their
companions
or
too
hot
,
and
the
men
kicked
those
aside
with
their
heavy
boots
made
of
the
skin
of
a
walrus
's
throat
,
and
then
Kerick
said
,
"
Let
go
!
"
and
then
the
men
clubbed
the
seals
on
the
head
as
fast
as
they
could
.
Ten
minutes
later
little
Kotick
did
not
recognize
his
friends
any
more
,
for
their
skins
were
ripped
off
from
the
nose
to
the
hind
flippers
,
whipped
off
and
thrown
down
on
the
ground
in
a
pile
.
That
was
enough
for
Kotick
.
He
turned
and
galloped
(
a
seal
can
gallop
very
swiftly
for
a
short
time
)
back
to
the
sea
;
his
little
new
mustache
bristling
with
horror
.
At
Sea
Lion
's
Neck
,
where
the
great
sea
lions
sit
on
the
edge
of
the
surf
,
he
flung
himself
flipper-overhead
into
the
cool
water
and
rocked
there
,
gasping
miserably
.
"
What
's
here
?
"
said
a
sea
lion
gruffly
,
for
as
a
rule
the
sea
lions
keep
themselves
to
themselves
.
"
Scoochnie
!
Ochen
scoochnie
!
"
(
"
I
'm
lonesome
,
very
lonesome
!
"
)
said
Kotick
.
"
They
're
killing
all
the
holluschickie
on
all
the
beaches
!
"
The
Sea
Lion
turned
his
head
inshore
.
"
Nonsense
!
"
he
said
.
"
Your
friends
are
making
as
much
noise
as
ever
.
You
must
have
seen
old
Kerick
polishing
off
a
drove
.
He
's
done
that
for
thirty
years
.
"
"
It
's
horrible
,
"
said
Kotick
,
backing
water
as
a
wave
went
over
him
,
and
steadying
himself
with
a
screw
stroke
of
his
flippers
that
brought
him
all
standing
within
three
inches
of
a
jagged
edge
of
rock
.
"
Well
done
for
a
yearling
!
"
said
the
Sea
Lion
,
who
could
appreciate
good
swimming
.
"
I
suppose
it
is
rather
awful
from
your
way
of
looking
at
it
,
but
if
you
seals
will
come
here
year
after
year
,
of
course
the
men
get
to
know
of
it
,
and
unless
you
can
find
an
island
where
no
men
ever
come
you
will
always
be
driven
.
"
"
Is
n't
there
any
such
island
?
"
began
Kotick
.
"
I
've
followed
the
poltoos
for
twenty
years
,
and
I
ca
n't
say
I
've
found
it
yet
.
But
look
here
--
you
seem
to
have
a
fondness
for
talking
to
your
betters
--
suppose
you
go
to
Walrus
Islet
and
talk
to
Sea
Vitch
.
He
may
know
something
.
Do
n't
flounce
off
like
that
.
It
's
a
six-mile
swim
,
and
if
I
were
you
I
should
haul
out
and
take
a
nap
first
,
little
one
.
Kotick
thought
that
that
was
good
advice
,
so
he
swam
round
to
his
own
beach
,
hauled
out
,
and
slept
for
half
an
hour
,
twitching
all
over
,
as
seals
will
.
Then
he
headed
straight
for
Walrus
Islet
,
a
little
low
sheet
of
rocky
island
almost
due
northeast
from
Novastoshnah
,
all
ledges
and
rock
and
gulls
'
nests
,
where
the
walrus
herded
by
themselves
.
