larkings

Updated: May 10, 2025

"Yes, Master Cringle," he said, in a whisper, "he was as kind hearted, and as brave a lad as ever trod on shoe leather, none of the larkings of the men in the clear moonlight nights ever reached the cabin through him, nor was he the boy to rouse the watch from under the lee of the boats in bad weather, to curry with the lieutenant, while he knew the look outs were as bright as beagles, and where was the man in our watch that wanted baccy while Mr Duncan had a shiner left?"

Michael Scott - Tom Cringle's Log