Though little larger than a porpoise, a band of them think nothing of assailing leviathan himself.

They bait the monster, as dogs a bull.

The Killers seizing the Right whale by his immense, sulky lower lip, and the Thrashers fastening on to his back, and beating him with their sinewy tails.
Often they come off conquerors, worrying the enemy to death.

Though, sooth to say, if leviathan gets but one sweep al them with his terrible tail, they go flying into the air, as if tossed from Taurus' horn.
This sight we beheld.

Had old Wouvermans, who once painted a bull bait, been along with us, a rare chance, that, for his pencil.