spouthole

Updated: May 23, 2025

So the infuriated mammal is baffled and dodged, while thrust after thrust of the long lances are got home, and streamlets of blood trickling over the edges of his spouthole give warning that the end is near. The vessel, bound to that immense body, can only crawl tortoise-like before the wind lucky, indeed, to have a harbor ahead where the whale may be cut in, even though it be forty miles away.

Emilie Kip Baker - Short Stories and Selections for Use in the Secondary Schools