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【文章內容簡介】 but he had no chil dren with hi s second wi fe. Unit 3 OLD TOM TH E KILLER WH ALE I was 16 when I began work i n June1902 at the whal i ng stati on. I had heard of the kil l ers that every year hel ped whal ers catch huge whal es. I thought, at the ti m e, that thi s was just a story but then I wi tnesed i t wi th my won eyes many tim es. O n the afternoon I arri ved at the stati on, as I was sorti ng out m y ac m odati on, I heard a loud noi se i ng from the bay. We ran down to the shore i n tim e to see an enorm ous anim al opposi te us throwi ng i tsel f out of the water and then crashi ng down agai n. It was bl ack and whi te and fi shshaped. But I knew it wasn’t a fi sh. “That’s Ol d Tom, the kil er,” one of the whal ers. Gee, cal ed out to m e. “He’s tel li ng us there’s a whale out there for us. ” Another whal er yel ed out, “Rushoo…rushoo. ” Thi s was the cal that announced there was about to be a whale hunt. “Com e on, Cl ancy. To the boat,” Gee sai d as he ran ahead of me. I had al ready heard that Gee di dn’t l i ke being kept wai ting, so even though I di dn’t have the ri ght cl othes on, I raced after hi m. Without pausi ng we jum ped i nto the boat wi th the other whal ers and headed out i nto the bay. I looked down i nto the water and coul d see Ol d Tom swimm i ng by the boat, showi ng us the way. A few m inutes l ater, there was no Tom, so Gee started beati ng the water wi th hi s oar and there was Tom, ci rcl i ng back to the boat, l eadi ng us to the hunt agai n. Using a tel escope we coul d see that som ethi ng was happening. As we drew cl oser, I coul d see a whal e bei ng attacked by a pack of about si x other kil l ers. “What’re they doi ng?” I asked Gee. “Wel l, i t’s team work the kil l ers over there are throwi ng them sel ves on top of the whal e’s bl owhol e to stop i t breathi ng. And those others are stopping i t di vi ng or fl eei ng out to sea,” Gee tol d m e, poi nti ng towards the hunt. And just at that m om ent, the m ost extraordi nary thing hapened. The kil l ers started raci ng between our boat and the shal e just l i ke a pack of exci ted dogs. Then the harpoon was ready and the m an i n the bow of the boat aim ed i t at the whal e. H e l et i t go and the harpon hi t the spot. Bei ng badl y wounded, the whal e son di ed. Wi thi n a m oment or two, i ts body was dragged swi ftl y by the ki l ers down i nto the depths of the sea. The m en started turni ng the boat around to go home. “What’s happened?” I asked. “H ave we l ost the whale?” “O h no, ” Jack repli ed. “We’l l return tom orrow to bri ng i n the body. It won’t fl oat up to the surface for around 24 hours. ” “ In the m eanti m e, Ol d Tom , and the others are havi ng a good feed on i ts li ps and tongue,” added Red, l aughi ng. ● ● ● Although Ol d Tom and the other kil l ers were fi erce hunters, they never harm ed or attacked peopl e. In fact, they protected them. There was one day when we were out i n the bay duri ng a hunt and Jam es was washed off the boat. “ Man overboard! Turn the boat around!” urged Gee, shouti ng l oudl y. The sea was rough that day and i t was di ffi cul t to handl e the boat. The waves were carryi ng Jam es further and further away from us. From Jam es’ face, I coul d see he was terri fied of being abandoned by us. Then suddenly I saw a shark. “Look, there’s a shark out there, ” I scream ed. “Don’t worry, O l d Tom won’t l et i t near, “Red repl i ed. It took over hal f an hour to get the boat back to Jam es, and when we approached him , I saw Jam es being fi rm l y hel d up in the water by Ol d Tom. I coul dn’t bel ieve m y eyes. There were shouts of “Wel done, O l d Tom” and “Thank God” as we pul ed Jam es back into the boat. And then O l d Tom was off and back to the hunt where the other ki l ers were stil atacki ng the whal e. A NEW DIMENSION OF LIFE 19th January I’m sitting i n the warm ni ght ai r wi th a col d drink i n m y hand and refl ecti ng on the daya day of pure m agi c! I went snorkeli ng on the reef offshore thi s m orni ng and i t was the m ost fantastic thi ng I have ever done. Seei ng such extraordi nary beauty, I thi nk every cel l i n m y body woke up. It was li ke di scoveri ng a whol e new dim ensi on of l i fe. The fi rst thi ng I be e aware of was al l the vivi d colors surroundi ng m epurpl es, reds, oranges, yel l ows, bl ues and greens. The coral s were fantasticthey were shaped li ke fans, pl ates, brai ns. Lace, m ushroom s, the branches of trees and the horns of deer. And al ki nds of sm al , neat and el egant fi sh were swimm i ng in and around the coral s. The fi sh di dn’t seem to m i nd m e swi mmi ng am ong them. I especi al l y loved the l i tl e orange and white fi sh that hi d i n the wavi ng l ong thi n seaweed. And I al so l oved the sm al fi sh that cl ean the bodi es of l arger fi shI even saw them get i nsi de their m ouths and cl ean their teeth! It seem ed there was a surpri se wai ti ng for m e around every corner as I explored sm al caves, shel ves and narrow passages wi th m y underwater fl ashli ght: the yel l ow and green parrotfi sh was hangi ng upsi de down, and sucki ng ti ny pl ants off the coral wi th its hard bi rdl ike m outh。 a yel l owspotted red seaslug was sl i di ng by a bl ue seastar: a l arge wi sel oki ng turtl e was passi ng so cl ose to m e that I coul d have touched i t. There were other creatures that I di dn ’t want to get too cl ose toan eel wi th i ts strong sharp teth, wi th onl y i ts head showing from a hol e, watchi ng for a tasty fi sh ( or m y tasty toe!)。 and the gi ant cl am hal f buri ed in som e coral wai ti ng for som ethi ng to swim i n between its thi ck green l i ps. Then there were two grey reef sharks, each about one and a hal f m etres l ong, whi ch suddenl y appeared from behi nd som e coral . I tol d myself they weren’t dangerous but that di dn’t stop me fr