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White Jacket I 208: Hence the various sea-rolls, made dishes and Mediterranean pies, well known by man-of-war’s-men- Scouse, Lobscouse, Soft-Tack, Soft-Tommy, Skillagolee, Burgoo, Dough-boys, Lob-Dominion, Dog’s-Body, and lastly, and least known, Dunderfunk; all of which come under the general denomination of Manavalins. White Jacket I 208: Hence the various sea-rolls, made dishes and Mediterranean pies, well known by man-of-war’s-men- Scouse, Lobscouse, Soft-Tack, Soft-Tommy, Skillagolee, Burgoo, Dough-boys, Lob-Dominion, Dog's-Body, and lastly, and least known, Dunderfunk ; all of which come under the general denomination of Manavalins. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 17: ‘Jack Chase cut and run!’ cried a sentimental middy. ‘It must have been all for love, then; the signoritas have turned his head.’. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 9: They are the tag-rag and bob-tail of the crew; and he who is good for nothing else is good enough for a waister. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 15: And what did you know, you bumpkin! before you came on board this Andrew Miller? What knew you of gun-deck, or orlop [...] and piping to dinner? (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 196: He was a fine little Scot, who, from the premature loss of the hair on the top of his head, always went by the name of Baldy. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 338: ‘You are an old bear, gunner’s mate,’ said Jack Chase. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 240: ‘It’s this here Jonathan,’ answered Ringbolt; ‘he’s been blackguarding the young nob in the green coat, there.’. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 337: Don’t blast me any more, for Heaven’s sake. Blast my jacket you may, and I’ll join you in that; but don’t blast me. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 13: Jack must have been a by-blow of some British Admiral of the Blue. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 68: If they hit him, no doubt he would not feel it much, for he was used to that sort of thing, and, indeed, had a bullet in him already; whereas, I was altogether unaccustomed to having blue pills playing round my head. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 49: The holders of our frigate, the troglodytes, who lived down in the tarry cellars and caves below the berth-deck, were, nearly all of them, men of gloomy dispositions, taking sour views of things; one of them was a blue-light Calvinist. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 206: ‘Jacket!’ cried a dandy bone-polisher of the gun-room. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 35: So far as his efficiency as a sea-officer was concerned, on shore at least Jack might bouse away as much as he pleased; but afloat it will not do at all. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 188: The master-at-arms, who was merely cashiered, and imprisoned for a time, with bracelets at his wrists. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 56: After their examination they were ordered into the ‘brig’, a jail-house between two guns on the main-deck, where prisoners are kept. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 279: May-Day was a full-blooded bull-negro—so the sailors called him—with a skull like an iron tea-kettle. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 132: From the merciless, inquisitorial baiting, which sailors, charged with offences, too often experience at the mast, that vicinity is usually known among them as the bull-ring. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 384: [He] tells of his ‘skulking like a thief’ for whole years in the country round about Edinburgh, to avoid the press-gangs, prowling through the land like bandits and Burkers. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 252: Away, butcher! you disgrace the profession. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 247: When my brother arrives, he must consort more or less with our chuckle-headed reefers on board here. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 340: Pierre, who had been a chummy of Shenly’s, spent much time in tying the neckerchief in an elaborate bow. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 310: They are suddenly lighted upon by the constables, remorselessly collared, and dragged into the brig, there to await a dozen lashes in the morning. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 141: Besides the formal administering of the ‘colt’ at the gangway for petty offences, he is liable to the ‘colt’, or rope’s-end, a bit of ratlin-stuff, indiscriminately applied – without stripping the victim – at any time, and in any part of the ship. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 122: When it was my quarter-watch on deck, and not in the top, and others went skulking and ‘sogering’ about the decks, secure from detection [...] my own hapless jacket forever proclaimed the name of its wearer. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 230: Taking care meanwhile to reel about very industriously, so that there shall be no doubt about their being seriously intoxicated, and altogether non compos. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 240: You Emperor – you counter-jumping son of a gun – cock your weather eye up aloft here, and see your betters! (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 312: What man-of-war’s-men call a damn-my-eyes-tar, that is, a humbug. And many damn-my-eyes humbugs there are in this man-of-war world of ours. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 133: ‘They stole it, sir; all my nice dunderfunk, sir; they did, sir,’ whined the Down-Easter, ruefully holding up his pan. ‘Stole your dundlefunk! what’s that?’ ‘Dunderfunk , sir, dunderfunk; a cruel nice dish as ever man put into him.’. (con. 1843) White-Jacket (1990) 178: He will say to you, ‘Let them bear down upon me, then, before the wind; anything that smacks of life is better than to feel Davy Jones’s chest-lid on your nose.’.