Each of the party had his arms folded; each chewed tobacco; each had his hair in a queue; and each occasionally hitched up his trousers, in a way to prove that he did not require the aid of suspenders in keeping his nether garments in their proper place.

It may be mentioned, indeed, that the point of division between the jacket and the trousers was marked in each by a bellying line of a clean white shirt, that served to relieve the blue of the dress, as a species of marine facing.

As was due to his greater experience and his rank, Catfall was the principal speaker among those who lined the heel of the bowsprit.
"This here coast is moun_tain_ious, as one may own," observed the captain of the forecastle; "but what I say is, that it's not _as_ moun_tain_ious as some I've seen.

Now, when I went round the 'arth with Captain Cook, we fell in with islands that were so topped off with rocks, and the like o' that, that these here affairs alongside on 'em wouldn't pass for anything more than a sort of jury mountains." "There you're right, Catfall," said Strand, in a patronizing way; "as anybody knows as has been round the Horn.

I didn't sail with Captain Cook, seeing that I was then the boatswain of the Hussar, and she couldn't have made one of Cook's squadron, being a post-ship, and commanded by a full-built captain; but I _was_ in them seas when a younker, and can back Catfall's account of the matter by my largest anchor, in the way of history.