sosh-osh-soh

Updated: September 3, 2025

"No gasolene," yelled Merritt. "Sosh-osh-soh!" A huge green wave climbed on to the Flying Fish's bow, shaking her from stem to stern like a terrier shakes a rat. "We've got to do something quick, or we'll be swamped!" roared Merritt. "The cockpit cover, quick!" shouted Tubby, steadying himself in the bucking craft by a tight grasp on the bulwarks. "That's it. Now the oars. Hurry up.

John Henry Goldfrap - The Boy Scouts of the Eagle Patrol