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Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 321: Dis ’federit scrip aint no count, Massa.at no-account, adj.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 321: Dis ’federit scrip aint no count, Massa. Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 49: O, that’s all in my eye; don’t you ’spose the old man knows the road?at all my eye, phr.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 161: How are you, Tom, Dick, and Harry?at Tom, Dick and Harry, n.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 141: I gave the ostler his ‘buckshees,’ or perquisite.at baksheesh, n.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 252: Take that, you bean-eater.at bean-eater (n.) under bean, n.1
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 103: Say, old fellow, how many bells is it?at bell, n.1
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 259: Do you think I’d lug a load on my back like a mule? No sir-ee.at no siree (bob)!, excl.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 209: Their officer’s order of ‘gobble the whole boodle,’ showed that dead men were not wanted.at whole boodle (n.) under boodle, n.1
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 162: Has Bill got out of chockey yet?at chokey, n.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 151: Good bye, Cookie.at cookee, n.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 238: Jest as true as I am a corn-fed, and that’s a fact.at cornfed, n.1
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 95: I told you, old fellow, you would get euchred in the long run.at euchred, adj.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 161: Ah Jack Tar, you don’t know how many hands are waiting to grasp your tar-stained, hardened flipper that now rests on the rail.at flipper, n.1
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 212: By gol-ormity, massa.at goll, n.2
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 20: She is a gay boat and hunkey in every strand.at hunky, adj.1
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 136: Men from every nation. Dutch, Irish, English, Kanaka, Portuguese.at Kanaka, n.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 149: Here, Ned, bend this on; he is a lunker, and will give us a hard try.at lunker, n.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 80: Say, old moke, what time does the train start for Bangor? – He don’t know anything.at moke, n.1
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 160: Don’t you get shanghaied the first day.at shanghai, v.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 23: Hang on to her, my bold townie.at townie, n.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 215: The men [...] begged for a yarn. ‘Well, lads, let me finish my smoke, and then I’ll spin you a twister.’.at twister, n.
Seven Years of a Sailor’s Life 98: How are you, Yankee land? [...] We’ll see you one of these fine days.at Yankeeland, n.
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