James Fenimore Cooper,
Jack Tier; Or, The Florida Reef
“ It was a solitary place for a vessel, in the midst of a crowd. The grum top-chain voice of Captain Spike had nothing there to mingle with, or interrupt its harsh tones, and it instantly brought on deck Harry Mulford, the mate in question, apparently eager to receive his orders. “Did you hail, Captain Spike?” called out the mate, a tight, well-grown, straight-built, handsome sailor-lad of two or three-and-twenty—one full of health, strength and manliness. “Hail! If you call straining a man's throat until he's hoarse, hailing, I believe I did. ”
