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Directly afterwards, a shrill, yelling noise seemed to fill the whole sky with a deafening, piercing sound. I glanced hastily over the port quarter. In that direction the whole surface of the ocean seemed to be torn up into the air in monstrous clouds of spray. The yelling sound passed into a vast scream, and the next instant the cyclone was upon us.

"Through the Vortex of a Cyclone," page 197.

For Wa-ha! I am hale,

And when I make sail

My thundering bulk roars over the tides,

Roars over the tides,

And everything hides,

Save the Albicore-fool! a-splitting his sides—

A fish kangaroo a-jumping the tides.

For he's naught but a fish and a half,

Wa! Ha!

A haddock far less than a young bull calf!

With me Wa! Ha! Ha!

He has far too much side

For a bit of a haddock a-jump in the tide!

Yea, I am the Great Bull Whale!

I have shattered the moon when asleep

On the face of the deep, by a stroke of my sweep

I have shattered its features pale.

Like the voice of a wandering gale

Is the smite of my sounding tail,

For Wa-ha! I am hale,

And when I make sail

My thundering bulk roars over the tide,

Roars over the tide,

And scatters it wide,

And laughs at the moon afloat on its side—

'Tis naught but a star that hath died!

For 'tis naught but a star that hath died,

Wa! Ha!

A matter of cinders afloat in the Wide!

With me Wa! Ha! Ha!

It has far too much side

For a bit of a cinder afloat in the tide!