Clarksville Weekly Chronicle

IN A WHALE'S MOUTH
The Thrilling Adventure of Capt.
Wood, of Nantucket.
Nantucket correspondence of the Indianapolis Journal.
Here I met Capt. Wood, who has
been in a whale's mouth. After
edging carefully towards the matter, a friend induced him to tell
about it probably for the ten thousandth time.
"Yes, I was standing in the bow
of the boat, with the iron in my
hand," said he, "looking around
for his majesty, for I thought we
had given him his death-blow. Suddenly up he came right ahead of
me, and he struck the boat underneath with his lower jaw, knocking it out from under me, and I fell
straight over into his mouth."
"What did you think?"
asked
one, as the captain paused.
"Thought I was a goner," answered the captain, "especially
when he shut his mouth on me.
But he was fortunately in the agonies of death, too worried to think
of me, and after giving me one savage crunch he blew me out of his
mouth, covered with blood. I then
struck out for the boat."
"And when they picked him up
they thought he was killed," said
another captain, "though, after a
good while, he recovered, with the
ugly wounds that you see."
There was a scar some inches long
across the captain's scalp, and a
great lump on his side was visible
under his coat.
"What did you think when you
were in his mouth and knew where
you were?" asked another.
"Thought he'd yield about eight
barrel," said Capt. Wood, turning
over his quid and calmly firing at
the box of sawdust,