There's nothing else I know of like that smell of the shore with the tide half out." No more there is; and there have been sea-shore men, many of them, who had wandered away into the interior of the country, hundreds and hundreds of long miles, and settled there, and even got rich and old there, and yet who have come all the way back again, just to get another smell of the salt marshes and the sea-air and the out-going tide.
Ham actually took a little boat, and went on board "The Swallow," when they reached the landing, and Dab kept close to him.
"She's all right, Ham.

But what are you casting loose for ?" "Dab, they won't all be ready for breakfast in two hours.

The stock and things can go: the men'll tend to 'em.

Just haul on that sheet a bit.
Now the jib.

Look out for the boom.