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The
old
seal
said
,
"
Try
once
more
.
I
am
the
last
of
the
Lost
Rookery
of
Masafuera
,
and
in
the
days
when
men
killed
us
by
the
hundred
thousand
there
was
a
story
on
the
beaches
that
some
day
a
white
seal
would
come
out
of
the
North
and
lead
the
seal
people
to
a
quiet
place
.
I
am
old
,
and
I
shall
never
live
to
see
that
day
,
but
others
will
.
Try
once
more
.
"
And
Kotick
curled
up
his
mustache
(
it
was
a
beauty
)
and
said
,
"
I
am
the
only
white
seal
that
has
ever
been
born
on
the
beaches
,
and
I
am
the
only
seal
,
black
or
white
,
who
ever
thought
of
looking
for
new
islands
.
"
This
cheered
him
immensely
;
and
when
he
came
back
to
Novastoshnah
that
summer
,
Matkah
,
his
mother
,
begged
him
to
marry
and
settle
down
,
for
he
was
no
longer
a
holluschick
but
a
full-grown
sea-catch
,
with
a
curly
white
mane
on
his
shoulders
,
as
heavy
,
as
big
,
and
as
fierce
as
his
father
.
"
Give
me
another
season
,
"
he
said
.
"
Remember
,
Mother
,
it
is
always
the
seventh
wave
that
goes
farthest
up
the
beach
.
"
another
seal
who
thought
that
she
would
put
off
marrying
till
the
next
year
,
and
Kotick
danced
the
Fire-dance
with
her
all
down
Lukannon
Beach
the
night
before
he
set
off
on
his
last
exploration
.
This
time
he
went
westward
,
because
he
had
fallen
on
the
trail
of
a
great
shoal
of
halibut
,
and
he
needed
at
least
one
hundred
pounds
of
fish
a
day
to
keep
him
in
good
condition
.
He
chased
them
till
he
was
tired
,
and
then
he
curled
himself
up
and
went
to
sleep
on
the
hollows
of
the
ground
swell
that
sets
in
to
Copper
Island
.
He
knew
the
coast
perfectly
well
,
so
about
midnight
,
when
he
felt
himself
gently
bumped
on
a
weed-bed
,
he
said
,
"
Hm
,
tide
's
running
strong
tonight
,
"
and
turning
over
under
water
opened
his
eyes
slowly
and
stretched
.
Then
he
jumped
like
a
cat
,
for
he
saw
huge
things
nosing
about
in
the
shoal
water
and
browsing
on
the
heavy
fringes
of
the
weeds
.
"
By
the
Great
Combers
of
Magellan
!
"
he
said
,
beneath
his
mustache
.
"
Who
in
the
Deep
Sea
are
these
people
?
"
They
were
like
no
walrus
,
sea
lion
,
seal
,
bear
,
whale
,
shark
,
fish
,
squid
,
or
scallop
that
Kotick
had
ever
seen
before
.
They
were
between
twenty
and
thirty
feet
long
,
and
they
had
no
hind
flippers
,
but
a
shovel-like
tail
that
looked
as
if
it
had
been
whittled
out
of
wet
leather
.
Their
heads
were
the
most
foolish-looking
things
you
ever
saw
,
and
they
balanced
on
the
ends
of
their
tails
in
deep
water
when
they
were
n't
grazing
,
bowing
solemnly
to
each
other
and
waving
their
front
flippers
as
a
fat
man
waves
his
arm
.
"
Ahem
!
"
said
Kotick
.
"
Good
sport
,
gentlemen
?
"
The
big
things
answered
by
bowing
and
waving
their
flippers
like
the
Frog
Footman
.
When
they
began
feeding
again
Kotick
saw
that
their
upper
lip
was
split
into
two
pieces
that
they
could
twitch
apart
about
a
foot
and
bring
together
again
with
a
whole
bushel
of
seaweed
between
the
splits
.
They
tucked
the
stuff
into
their
mouths
and
chumped
solemnly
.
"
Messy
style
of
feeding
,
that
,
"
said
Kotick
.
They
bowed
again
,
and
Kotick
began
to
lose
his
temper
.
"
Very
good
,
"
he
said
.
"
If
you
do
happen
to
have
an
extra
joint
in
your
front
flipper
you
need
n't
show
off
so
.
I
see
you
bow
gracefully
,
but
I
should
like
to
know
your
names
.
"
The
split
lips
moved
and
twitched
;
and
the
glassy
green
eyes
stared
,
but
they
did
not
speak
.
"
Well
!
"
said
Kotick
.
"
You
're
the
only
people
I
've
ever
met
uglier
than
Sea
Vitch
--
and
with
worse
manners
.
"
