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.

Coordinate term: souling

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!

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.