You are unfit to be a lubber, and would be log-booked for an or'nary by every gentleman on board ship. You, a full-jiggered sea-man! No, you are not even half-jiggered, sir; and I tell you so to your face." "Yes, and it is n't half that might be tould the likes of yees!" put in Biddy, as her mistress stopped to breathe.
"Was my uncle's vessel, The Rose In Bloom, then, very different from the Swash?" "Very different indeed, child! Why, The Rose In Bloom was a full-jiggered ship, and had twelve masts and this is only a half-jiggered brig, and has but two masts. See, you may count them one two!" Harry Mulford was coiling away a top-gallant-brace, directly in front of Mrs.