"Slatting" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... topsails; tumble out, and up with you, everybody!" On deck Egyptian darkness, driving rain, and salt spray, the ship staggering under a press of sail, or, as happened in her last cruise, the topsail sheets were parted, and the great sails flapping and slatting out to leeward like a thunder-cloud, orders given in quick succession, then rally of men at the clew-lines, then a rush aloft and out on the straining yard, every movement of the vessel intensified, your feet sliding on the ...
— Harper's Young People, November 11, 1879 - An Illustrated Weekly • Various
... aboard carries one or two of these). Just as I replaced its stopper, we swept into the jobble; the lugger filled on one tack, and lay over, and the spray of a wave came over us. Then we righted suddenly, came up into the wind with our sails slatting, and made a stern-board. ...
— Jim Davis • John Masefield
... to listen to a new noise—a thunderous slatting of canvas accompanied by shouts and cries. He sensed, and sensed wrongly, that it boded ill, for he did not know that it was the mainsail being lowered on the run after Skipper had slashed the ...
— Jerry of the Islands • Jack London
... hours after Captain Murphy had retired the Retriever rose and fell gently on the slightest swell, her booms and yards swinging idly amidships, her sails and cordage slatting listlessly ...
— Cappy Ricks • Peter B. Kyne
... sudden squall the sail may be hauled up the usual way. The buntlines will draw the part of the sail below the reef well up on the part above the reefyard, and remain becalmed, while the weight of the reefspar will prevent any slatting or danger of losing the sail any more than any other sail ...
— Scientific American Supplement, No. 829, November 21, 1891 • Various
... trimmed properly. It was just at such a time that I came on deck, as above mentioned. Being near eight bells, the watch on deck had been not over spry; and the consequence was that our big maincourse was slatting and flying out overhead with a might that shook the ship from stem to stern. The flaps of the mad canvas were like successive thumps of a giant's fist upon a mighty drum. The sheets were jerking at the belaying pins, the blocks rattling in sharp snappings like castanets. You ...
— The Continental Monthly, Volume V. Issue I • Various
... lights and people. Gebnitz was to sing, That rare soprano. All the fiddles strummed With tuning up; the wood-winds made a ring Of reedy bubbling noises, and the sting Of sharp, red brass pierced every eardrum; patting From muffled tympani made a dark slatting ...
— The Advance of English Poetry in the Twentieth Century • William Lyon Phelps |
