At Sea Lion 's Neck , where the great sea lions sit on the edge of the surf , he flung himself flipper-overhead into the cool water and rocked there , gasping miserably . `` What 's here ? '' said a sea lion gruffly , for as a rule the sea lions keep themselves to themselves . `` Scoochnie ! Ochen scoochnie ! '' -LRB- `` I 'm lonesome , very lonesome ! '' -RRB- said Kotick . `` They 're killing all the holluschickie on all the beaches ! '' The Sea Lion turned his head inshore . `` Nonsense ! '' he said . `` Your friends are making as much noise as ever . You must have seen old Kerick polishing off a drove . He 's done that for thirty years . '' `` It 's horrible , '' said Kotick , backing water as a wave went over him , and steadying himself with a screw stroke of his flippers that brought him all standing within three inches of a jagged edge of rock . `` Well done for a yearling ! '' said the Sea Lion , who could appreciate good swimming . `` I suppose it is rather awful from your way of looking at it , but if you seals will come here year after year , of course the men get to know of it , and unless you can find an island where no men ever come you will always be driven . '' `` Is n't there any such island ? '' began Kotick .
`` I 've followed the poltoos -LSB- the halibut -RSB- for twenty XXXXX , and I ca n't say I 've found it yet .
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