BOOK II. (_Octavo_), CHAPTER IV. (_Killer_).—Of this whale little is

precisely known to the Nantucketer, and nothing at all to the professed

naturalist. From what I have seen of him at a distance, I should say

that he was about the bigness of a grampus. He is very savage—a sort of

Feegee fish. He sometimes takes the great Folio whales by the lip, and

hangs there like a leech, till the mighty brute is worried to death.

The Killer is never hunted. I never heard what sort of oil he has.

Exception might be taken to the name bestowed upon this whale, on the

ground of its indistinctness. For we are all killers, on land and on

sea; Bonapartes and Sharks included.