True, not ten of these mines were yielding rock worth hauling to a mill, but everybody said, Wait till the shaft gets down where the ledge comes in solid, and then you will see!

This is curiously illustrated in his handling of what is, perhaps, the next most successful of the uncaricatured portraits in the Shandy gallery--the presentment of the Rev. Mr. Yorick.

Philander went into the next room[…]and came back with a salt mackerel that dripped brine like a rainstorm. Then he put the coffee pot on the stove and rummaged out a loaf of dry bread and some hardtack.

Coordinate term: souling