Hereward the Last of the English

But their mishaps were not over yet. They were hardly out of Stronsay Frith when they saw the witch-whale again, following them up, rolling and spouting and breaching in most uncanny wise. Some said that they saw a gray woman on his back; and they knew–possibly from the look of the sky, but certainly from the whale’s behavior–that there was more heavy weather yet coming from the northward.