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She was a big, flat-bottomed, square-sterned craft, sloop-rigged, with a sprung mast, slack rigging, dilapidated sails, and rotten running-gear, clumsy to handle and uncertain in bringing about, and she smelled vilely of coal tar, with which strange stuff she had been smeared from stem to stern and from cabin-roof to centreboard.
There was a dozen or more of these boats always ready on the beach in front of our lodgings. These lodgings were just back of the esplanade, which, during our sojourn, was treated to a coat of tar from end to end a delightful entertainment for us children and I have loved the smell of tar ever since.
More hard ships for Britain, and less to her enemies. May the pilot of reason guide us to the harbour of rest. May the memory of the noble Nelson inspire every seaman to do his duty. May the tar who loses one eye in defence of his country, never see distress with the other. Should the French come to Dover, may they mis-Deal in their landing.
Ain't it strong enough?" "Strong enough! You're disposed to be sarcastic. It's stronger than I am. What do they flavor it with tar?" "Say, let's see that plug. THAT ain't smokin' tobacco." "What is it, then asphalt?" "Why, haw! haw! That's a piece of Ezry's chewin'. Some he left when he went away. It's 'Honest Friend. 'TIS flavored up consider'ble. And you tried to smoke it! Ho! ho!"
"Well, sir, he used to pick all the kernels out, and when they was empty, fill 'em up with snuff, and plug the holes with a bit o' tar." "What for?" "That's just what I'm a-coming to, sir, only you keeps a-interrupting so. Then he used to put these here nuts full o' snuff in one pocket, and some good uns in the other, and wait till he see Jack.
To think that our schoolhouse was on such a wild seashore in a wrecked vessel, the same craft in which poor Harry Breese, who rested in the churchyard near by, had voyaged and been lost from to have the smell of tar, and be surrounded by a thousand other sailor-like associations. What a glorious school-house, that old wreck by the ocean! What boy ever had a finer one!
This time my sister read softly only one page, and could read no more: her voice would not last out. Radish took her hand and, moving his parched lips, said, hardly audibly, in a husky voice: "The soul of a righteous man is white and smooth as chalk, but the soul of a sinful man is like pumice stone. The soul of a righteous man is like clear oil, but the soul of a sinful man is gas tar.
"It seemed to follow the deck-lines." "The stuff had a strange affinity for tar," said Darrow. "I told you of the circle of fire about Professor Schermerhorn's waist the day he gave me such a scare. That was the celestium working on the tarred rope he wore for a belt. It made a livid circle on his skin. Did I tell you of his experiments with pitch? It doesn't matter. Where was I?"
"Now, if we can only find a cask of tar, we shall be fortunate." "That most likely is forward, or in the hold," said Desmond. "Ugh! I don't like having to go into the hold," said Tom; "but we must go down, if we do not find what we want forward."
"I tolds you tar pees un shust Got; and now you shees how dat shust Got he pees mine friend." "Aye, verily," rejoined Critchel, "and he lets them what builds castles and lives like lords suffer their disappointments. Poor people like us, who work with their hands, stick to their lands, and pay their debts, have their castles in peace and contentment."
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