People thronged wharves and cliffs near Santa Cruz, Calif, to watch a titanic battle of the deep. The waves foamed white as a great whale lunged, thrashed, leaped at its enemy. At last the whale, with a final spout of disgust, swam wearily away. As it went its unscathed opponent, a bobbing iron whistling buoy, moaned mournful triumph.
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