The sea is full of fire on summer nights all the way down from Novastoshnah to Lukannon , and each seal leaves a wake like burning oil behind him and a flaming flash when he jumps , and the waves break in great phosphorescent streaks and swirls . Then they went inland to the holluschickie grounds and rolled up and down in the new wild wheat and told stories of what they had done while they had been at sea . They talked about the Pacific as boys would talk about a wood that they had been nutting in , and if anyone had understood them he could have gone away and made such a chart of that ocean as never was . The three - and four-year-old holluschickie romped down from Hutchinson 's Hill crying : `` Out of the way , youngsters ! The sea is deep and you do n't know all that 's in it yet . Wait till you 've rounded the Horn . Hi , you yearling , where did you get that white coat ? '' `` I did n't get it , '' said Kotick . `` It grew . '' And just as he was going to roll the speaker over , a couple of black-haired men with flat red faces came from behind a sand dune , and Kotick , who had never seen a man before , coughed and lowered his head . The holluschickie just bundled off a few yards and sat staring stupidly . The men were no less than Kerick Booterin , the chief of the seal-hunters on the island , and Patalamon , his son . They came from the little village not half a mile from the sea nurseries , and they were deciding what seals they would drive up to the killing pens -- for the seals were driven just like sheep -- to be turned into seal-skin jackets later on . `` Ho ! '' said Patalamon . `` Look ! There 's a white seal ! '' Kerick Booterin turned nearly white under his oil and smoke , for he was an Aleut , and Aleuts are not clean people . Then he began to mutter a prayer . `` Do n't touch him , Patalamon .
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