Saltmarsh could whirl a horse in, or a piano, or a guitar, in place of his cannon.

The fact is, he fatigues the market with that cannon.

Even the male market, I mean.

These fourteen in the procession are not all satisfied.

One is an old 'independent' fireman, and he wants an engine in place of the cannon; another is a mate of a tug, and wants a tug in place of the ship -- and so on, and so on.