"We'll dress-daown right off.

Fix table, boys!" "Deeper'n the Whale-deep," said Dan, with a wink, as he set the gear for dressing-down.

"Look at them boats that hev edged up sence mornin'.
They're all waitin' on dad.

See 'em, Harve ?" "They are all alike to me." And, indeed, to a landsman the nodding schooners around seemed run from the same mould.
"They ain't, though.

That yaller, dirty packet with her bowsprit steeved that way, she's the 'Hope of Prague'.