Clutching her calf tremblingly under her fin she plunged
once more into the deep, and, traveling as fast as possible for the
little one, at a depth of perhaps two hundred feet, she headed for
another feeding ground where she trusted that the monster might not
follow.
"When she came again to the surface, fifteen minutes later, the monster
and all her spouting kinsfolk were out of sight, hidden behind a
mile-long mountain of blue ice-berg. But she was not satisfied.
Remaining up less than two minutes, to give the calf time for breath,
she hurriedly plunged again and continued her journey. When this
manoeuver had been repeated half a dozen times she began to feel more
at ease. At last she came to a halt, and lay rocking in the seas just
off the mouth of a spacious rock-rimmed bay.
"Here, as luck would have it, she found herself in the midst of the
food which she loved best. The leaden green of the swells was all
flushed and stained with pale pink. This unusual color was caused by
hordes of tiny, shrimplike creatures--distant cousins of those which
you like so well in a salad. The whale preferred them in the form of
soup, so she went sailing slowly through them with her cavernous mouth
very wide open.
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