futtock-shrouds love



from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. Iron rods leading from the futtock-plates to an iron band round the topmast or lower mast.


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  • This was even more apparent when I reached the futtock-shrouds and was surmounting the edge of the top, the wind sustaining me so completely that I am confident I might have relaxed my hand-grasp for several seconds without the slightest danger of falling.

    The Cruise of the "Esmeralda"

  • The main-top, I saw, would give me a back to lean against and also a little shelter; and in that nook I would be still more secure because the futtock-shrouds made a sort of cage about it and gave me something to catch fast to should the swell of the sea roll me off.

    In the Sargasso Sea A Novel

  • Such a rush of blood went up into my broken head with the sudden burst of joy upon me that a dead faint came upon me and I fell off into the water; and that I was floating when the boat got to me was due to the mere chance that as I dropped away from the mast one of my arms slipped into the tangle of the futtock-shrouds.

    In the Sargasso Sea A Novel

  • "Did your honour ever see an elephant go up the futtock-shrouds?"

    Annals of a Quiet Neighbourhood

  • As the audience left their chairs for a walk on the deck, Mr. and Mrs. Mingo sprang into the fore-rigging, climbing the shrouds, and over the futtock-shrouds, disdaining to crawl through the lubber-hole to the top.

    Four Young Explorers or, Sight-Seeing in the Tropics

  • A few of us were compelled to go as high as the futtock-shrouds to secure the sails, but higher it was impossible to get.

    Afloat and Ashore A Sea Tale

  • I had been sitting on the mast with my back against the futtock-shrouds; I now rose up with difficulty, for I was sorely bruised, and stood upon the mast clear from the water, to look around me.

    Percival Keene

  • It was a black night with cold rain, and having thrown off his oiled jacket, he was already drenched to the skin; but no environment of sunshine, green fields and woodland, and flower-scented air ever made life brighter to him than had the incident of the last few moments; and with every nerve in his body rejoicing in his victory, and her bitter words of four years back crowding his mind as a contrasting background, he danced up and over the futtock-shrouds, up the topmast-rigging, through the crosstrees, and up the topgallant-rigging to where the ratlines ended and he must climb on the runner of the royal-halyards.

    "Where Angels Fear to Tread" and Other Stories of the Sea


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