CHAPTER XV.

Seal-hunting on the St. Lawrence—The white Porpoise.

Tadousac. July.

Before breakfast, this morning, I had the pleasure of taking fifteen

common trout, and the remainder of the day I devoted to seal-hunting.

This animal is found in great abundance in the St. Lawrence, and by the

Indians and a few white people is extensively hunted. There are several

varieties found in these waters; and the usual market price for the oil

and skin, is five dollars. They vary in size from four to eight feet,

and are said to be good eating. Many people make them a principal

article of food; and while the Indians use their skins for many

purposes, they also light their cabins with the oil. In sailing on the

river, they meet you at every turn; and when I first saw one, I thought

that I was looking upon a drowning man; for they only raise their heads

out of the water, and thus sustain themselves with their feet, fins,

pads, flippers, or whatever you may call them. They live upon fish, and

in many of their habits closely resemble the otter. Their paws have five

claws, joined together with a thick skin; they somewhat resemble the

dog, and have a bearded snout, like a cat, large bright eyes, and long

sharp teeth. They are a noisy animal, and when a number of them are

sunning themselves upon the sand, the screams they utter are doleful in

the extreme, somewhat resembling the cry of children.

My first seal expedition was performed in company with two professional

hunters. We started from shore with a yawl and a canoe, and made our

course for a certain spot in the St. Lawrence, where the waters of the

Saguenay and the flood tide came together, and caused a terrible

commotion. The canoe led the way, occupied by one man, who was supplied

with a harpoon and a long line; while the other hunter and myself came

up in the rear, for the purpose of rescuing the harpooner in case an

accident should happen, and also for the purpose of shipping the

plunder. The seal seems to delight in frequenting the deepest water and

more turbulent whirlpools; and the object of using a canoe, is to steal

upon him in the most successful manner. We had not floated about the

eddy more than twenty minutes, before a large black animal made his

appearance, about ten feet from the canoe; but, just as he was on the

point of diving, the hunter threw his harpoon, and gave him the line, to

which was attached a buoy. The poor creature floundered about at a great

rate, dived as far as he could towards the bottom, and then leaped

entirely out of the water; but the cruel spear would not loosen its

hold. Finally, after making every effort to escape, and tinging the

surrounding water with a crimson hue, he gasped for breath a few times,

and sunk to the end of the rope, quite dead. We then pulled him to the

side of the boat, and with a gaff-hook secured him therein, and the hunt

was renewed. In this manner did my companions capture no less than three

seals, before the hour of noon.

On one occasion, I noticed a large number of seals, sunning themselves

upon a certain sandy point; and as I felt an “itching palm” to obtain,

with my own hands, the material for a winter cap, I spent the afternoon

in the enjoyment of a “shooting frolic, all alone.” I borrowed a rifle

of one of my friends, and having passed over to the sandy point in a

canoe, I secreted myself in the midst of some rocks, and awaited the

game. I had not remained quiet but a short time before a huge black seal

made his appearance, scrambling up the beach, where he kept a sharp

look-out for anything that might do him harm. I admired the apparent

intelligence of the creature, as he dragged his clumsy and legless body

along the ground, and almost regretted that it was doomed to die. True

to my ridiculous nature, however, I finally determined to leave him

unmolested for the present, hoping that he would soon be accompanied by

one of his fellow seals, and that I should have a chance of killing a

pair. I was not disappointed; and you will, therefore, please to

consider me in full view of one of the finest marks imaginable, and in

the attitude of firing. Crack went the rifle; but my shot only had the

effect of temporarily rousing the animals; and I proceeded to reload my

gun, wondering at the cause of my missing, and feeling somewhat

dissatisfied with matters and things in general. Again was it my

privilege to fire, and I saw a stick fly into the air, about thirty feet

to the left of my game. The animals were, of course, not at all injured,

but just enough frightened to turn their faces towards the water, into

which they shortly plunged, and entirely disappeared. I returned to my

lodgings, honestly told my story, and was laughed at for my pains and

bad luck. It so happened, however, that the owner of the gun imagined

that something might be the matter with the thing; and on examining it,

he found that one of the sights had been accidentally knocked from its

original position, which circumstance had been the “cause of my

anguish;” and, though it restored to me my good name as a marksman, it

afforded me but little satisfaction.

But, that my chapter about seals may be worth sealing, I will give you

the history of an incident, which illustrates the sagacity of an Indian

in killing his game. A Mik-mak hunter, with his family, had reached the

shore of the St. Lawrence, hungry and short of ammunition. On a large

sand-bank which lay before him, at a time when the tide was low, he

discovered an immense number of seals. He waited for the tide to flow

and again to ebb, and as soon as the sand appeared above the water, he

hastened to the dry point, in his canoe, carrying only a hatchet as a

weapon. On this spot he immediately dug a hole, into which he crept, and

covered himself with a blanket. He then commenced uttering a cry, in

imitation of the seal, and in a short time had collected about him a

very large number of those animals. He waited patiently for the tide to

retire so far that the animals would have to travel at least a mile by

land before reaching the water; and, when the wished-for moment arrived,

he suddenly fell upon the affrighted multitude, and with his tomahawk,

succeeded in slaughtering upwards of one hundred. To many this may

appear to be an improbable story; but when it is remembered that this

amphibious animal is an exceedingly slow land traveller, it will be

readily believed. The manner in which our hunter managed to save his

game, was to tie them together with bark, and when the tide rose, tow

them to the main shore.

Since I have brought my reader upon the waters of the St. Lawrence, I

will not permit him to go ashore until I have given him an account of

another inhabitant of the deep which is found in very great abundance,

not only in this river, but also in the Saguenay. I allude to the white

porpoise. The shape of this creature is similar to that of the whale,

though of a pure white colour, and usually only about fifteen feet in

length. They are exceedingly fat, and yield an oil of the best quality;

while the skin is capable of being turned into durable leather. They are

extensively used as an article of food: the fins and tail when pickled

are considered a delicacy; and their value is about twenty-five dollars

a piece. They are far from being a shy fish; and, when sailing about

your vessel in large numbers, as is often the case, they present a

beautiful and unique appearance.

For taking this fish the people of this region have two methods. The

first is to use a boat with a white bottom, behind which the fisherman

tows a small wooden porpoise, which is painted a dark slate-colour, in

imitation of the young of the species. With these lures the porpoise is

often brought into the immediate vicinity of the harpoon, which is

invariably thrown with fatal precision. In this manner an expert man

will often take three or four fine prizes in a day.

Another mode for taking these creatures is by fencing them in. It

appears that it is customary for this fish to wander over the sand-bars,

at high-water, for the purpose of feeding. Profiting by this knowledge,

the fishermen enclose one of the sandy reefs with poles set about three

feet apart, and sometimes covering a square mile. They leave an

appropriate opening for the porpoises, which are sure to enter at

high-water, and, owing to their timidity, they are kept confined by the

slender barrier until the tide ebbs, when they are destroyed in great

numbers with very little trouble. It is reported that a party of

fishermen, some ninety miles above the Saguenay, once took one hundred

and forty porpoises at one tide; and it is also asserted, that in

dividing the spoil the fishermen had a very bitter quarrel—since which

time, as the story goes, not a single porpoise has ever been taken on

the shoal in question.

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