From Sea to Sea, or Clint Webb's Cruise on the Windjammer e-bog

Excerpt: "e;The after port anchor had come inboard before I stepped over the rail of the Gullwing, and leaped to the deck. The starboard and port bowers were both catted and fished and the stay-fore-sail had filled to pay off her head. The wind was blowing directly on shore; the current ran parallel with the land; there was no choice of direction in getting the big four-master under weigh, and she was headed into the stream. A clarion voice shouted from the poop: "e;Haul main-tack! "e;Come aft with that sheet! "e;Set jib and spanker! Look alive there! "e;Mr. Gates! see if you can't get some action out of your watch!"e; "e;Aye, aye, sir!"e; from the mate. "e;Helm a-lee! hard a-lee!"e; "e;Hard a-lee she is!"e; growled the helmsman, a great, hairy, two-fisted salt, with an enormous quid of tobacco in one cheek, a cast in his eye, and his blue shirt so wide open at the throat that we could catch a glimpse of a dashing looking mermaid, in blue and red, upon his chest. "e;Set fore-sail! Be alive, there, Mr. Barney. Those men of yours act as stiff as Paddy's father-and him nine days dead!"e;"e;