`` My wig ! '' said old Sea Catch , boosting himself up stiffly , for he was fearfully mauled . `` The Killer Whale himself could not have cut them up worse . Son , I 'm proud of you , and what 's more , I 'll come with you to your island -- if there is such a place . '' `` Hear you , fat pigs of the sea . Who comes with me to the Sea Cow 's tunnel ? Answer , or I shall teach you again , '' roared Kotick . There was a murmur like the ripple of the tide all up and down the beaches . `` We will come , '' said thousands of tired voices . `` We will follow Kotick , the White Seal . '' Then Kotick dropped his head between his shoulders and shut his eyes proudly . He was not a white seal any more , but red from head to tail . All the same he would have scorned to look at or touch one of his wounds . A week later he and his army -LRB- nearly ten thousand holluschickie and old seals -RRB- went away north to the Sea Cow 's tunnel , Kotick leading them , and the seals that stayed at Novastoshnah called them idiots . But next spring , when they all met off the fishing banks of the Pacific , Kotick 's seals told such tales of the new beaches beyond Sea Cow 's tunnel that more and more seals left Novastoshnah . Of course it was not all done at once , for the seals are not very clever , and they need a long time to turn things over in their minds , but year after year more seals went away from Novastoshnah , and Lukannon , and the other nurseries , to the quiet , sheltered beaches where Kotick sits all the summer through , getting bigger and fatter and stronger each year , while the holluschickie play around him , in that sea where no man comes . Lukannon This is the great deep-sea song that all the St. Paul seals sing when they are heading back to their beaches in the summer . It is a sort of very sad seal National Anthem . I met my mates in the morning -LRB- and , oh , but I am old ! -RRB- Where roaring on the ledges the summer ground-swell rolled ; I heard them lift the chorus that drowned the breakers ' song -- The Beaches of Lukannon -- two million voices strong .
The song of pleasant stations beside the salt lagoons , The song XXXXX blowing squadrons that shuffled down the dunes , The song of midnight dances that churned the sea to flame -- The Beaches of Lukannon -- before the sealers came !
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