Sideways leaning, we sideways darted; every ropeyarn tingling like a wire; the two tall masts buckling like Indian canes in land tornadoes.

Garibaldi, with his cowboy's poncho, red shirt and the black ostrich feathers in his wide hat […]

His children, married and single, were ever on the watch for what they could get out of him.

Well! the greateſt plague of a ſervingman, is to be hir’d to ſome great Lord! They care not what drudgery they put upon us, while they lie lolling at their eaſe a-bed, and ſtretch their lazy limbs, in expectation of the Whore which we are fetching for them.