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"
Those
are
cachalots
--
terrible
animals
,
which
I
have
met
in
troops
of
two
or
three
hundred
.
As
to
those
,
they
are
cruel
,
mischievous
creatures
;
they
would
be
right
in
exterminating
them
.
"
The
Canadian
turned
quickly
at
the
last
words
.
"
Well
,
Captain
,
"
said
he
,
"
it
is
still
time
,
in
the
interest
of
the
whales
.
"
"
It
is
useless
to
expose
one
's
self
,
Professor
.
The
Nautilus
will
disperse
them
.
It
is
armed
with
a
steel
spur
as
good
as
Master
Land
's
harpoon
,
I
imagine
.
"
The
Canadian
did
not
put
himself
out
enough
to
shrug
his
shoulders
.
Attack
cetacea
with
blows
of
a
spur
!
Who
had
ever
heard
of
such
a
thing
?
"
Wait
,
M.
Aronnax
,
"
said
Captain
Nemo
.
"
We
will
show
you
something
you
have
never
yet
seen
.
We
have
no
pity
for
these
ferocious
creatures
.
They
are
nothing
but
mouth
and
teeth
.
"
Mouth
and
teeth
!
No
one
could
better
describe
the
macrocephalous
cachalot
,
which
is
sometimes
more
than
seventy-five
feet
long
.
Its
enormous
head
occupies
one-third
of
its
entire
body
.
Better
armed
than
the
whale
,
whose
upper
jaw
is
furnished
only
with
whalebone
,
it
is
supplied
with
twenty-five
large
tusks
,
about
eight
inches
long
,
cylindrical
and
conical
at
the
top
,
each
weighing
two
pounds
.
It
is
in
the
upper
part
of
this
enormous
head
,
in
great
cavities
divided
by
cartilages
,
that
is
to
be
found
from
six
to
eight
hundred
pounds
of
that
precious
oil
called
spermaceti
.
The
cachalot
is
a
disagreeable
creature
,
more
tadpole
than
fish
,
according
to
Fredol
's
description
.
It
is
badly
formed
,
the
whole
of
its
left
side
being
-LRB-
if
we
may
say
it
-RRB-
,
a
"
failure
,
"
and
being
only
able
to
see
with
its
right
eye
.
But
the
formidable
troop
was
nearing
us
.
They
had
seen
the
whales
and
were
preparing
to
attack
them
.
One
could
judge
beforehand
that
the
cachalots
would
be
victorious
,
not
only
because
they
were
better
built
for
attack
than
their
inoffensive
adversaries
,
but
also
because
they
could
remain
longer
under
water
without
coming
to
the
surface
.
There
was
only
just
time
to
go
to
the
help
of
the
whales
.
The
Nautilus
went
under
water
.
Conseil
,
Ned
Land
,
and
I
took
our
places
before
the
window
in
the
saloon
,
and
Captain
Nemo
joined
the
pilot
in
his
cage
to
work
his
apparatus
as
an
engine
of
destruction
.
Soon
I
felt
the
beatings
of
the
screw
quicken
,
and
our
speed
increased
.
The
battle
between
the
cachalots
and
the
whales
had
already
begun
when
the
Nautilus
arrived
.
They
did
not
at
first
show
any
fear
at
the
sight
of
this
new
monster
joining
in
the
conflict
.
But
they
soon
had
to
guard
against
its
blows
.
What
a
battle
!
The
Nautilus
was
nothing
but
a
formidable
harpoon
,
brandished
by
the
hand
of
its
Captain
.
It
hurled
itself
against
the
fleshy
mass
,
passing
through
from
one
part
to
the
other
,
leaving
behind
it
two
quivering
halves
of
the
animal
.
It
could
not
feel
the
formidable
blows
from
their
tails
upon
its
sides
,
nor
the
shock
which
it
produced
itself
,
much
more
.
One
cachalot
killed
,
it
ran
at
the
next
,
tacked
on
the
spot
that
it
might
not
miss
its
prey
,
going
forwards
and
backwards
,
answering
to
its
helm
,
plunging
when
the
cetacean
dived
into
the
deep
waters
,
coming
up
with
it
when
it
returned
to
the
surface
,
striking
it
front
or
sideways
,
cutting
or
tearing
in
all
directions
and
at
any
pace
,
piercing
it
with
its
terrible
spur
.
What
carnage
!
What
a
noise
on
the
surface
of
the
waves
!
What
sharp
hissing
,
and
what
snorting
peculiar
to
these
enraged
animals
!
In
the
midst
of
these
waters
,
generally
so
peaceful
,
their
tails
made
perfect
billows
.
For
one
hour
this
wholesale
massacre
continued
,
from
which
the
cachalots
could
not
escape
.
Several
times
ten
or
twelve
united
tried
to
crush
the
Nautilus
by
their
weight
.
From
the
window
we
could
see
their
enormous
mouths
,
studded
with
tusks
,
and
their
formidable
eyes
.
Ned
Land
could
not
contain
himself
;
he
threatened
and
swore
at
them
.
We
could
feel
them
clinging
to
our
vessel
like
dogs
worrying
a
wild
boar
in
a
copse
.
But
the
Nautilus
,
working
its
screw
,
carried
them
here
and
there
,
or
to
the
upper
levels
of
the
ocean
,
without
caring
for
their
enormous
weight
,
nor
the
powerful
strain
on
the
vessel
.
At
length
the
mass
of
cachalots
broke
up
,
the
waves
became
quiet
,
and
I
felt
that
we
were
rising
to
the
surface
.
The
panel
opened
,
and
we
hurried
on
to
the
platform
.
The
sea
was
covered
with
mutilated
bodies
.
A
formidable
explosion
could
not
have
divided
and
torn
this
fleshy
mass
with
more
violence
.
We
were
floating
amid
gigantic
bodies
,
bluish
on
the
back
and
white
underneath
,
covered
with
enormous
protuberances
.
Some
terrified
cachalots
were
flying
towards
the
horizon
.
The
waves
were
dyed
red
for
several
miles
,
and
the
Nautilus
floated
in
a
sea
of
blood
:
Captain
Nemo
joined
us
.
"
Well
,
Master
Land
?
"
said
he
.
