"Golly! it am a ship," interposed Snowball, "a ship on de fire!" "No! no!" impatiently answered the ex-whalesman, "nothing o' the sort. It's a whaler `tryin'-out' her oil. Don't you see the men yonder, standin' by the try-works, are throwin' in the `scraps'? Lord o' mercy! if they should pass us without hearing our hail! Ship ahoy! whaler ahoy!"