I was particularly angry at this man--and I was so nervous that all sorts of things made me angry--because he was old enough to know better, and because he looked like such a fool.

He had on green trousers, dirty canvas shoes and no stockings, a striped linen coat, and an old straw hat, which lopped down over his nose.

One of the men called to him to catch the line which he was about to throw on the wharf, but he paid no attention, and a negro boy came and caught the line.

The man actually had a bite, and couldn't take his eyes from the cork.

I wished the line had hit him and knocked him off the post.
The tide was high, and the tug was not much below the wharf when we hauled up.