Marineress

About nine, however, the good woman came on deck, intending to take a look at the weather, like a skilful marineress as she was, before she turned in.

That bold little marineress, Mrs. Captain Maguire, who brought the ship Chieftain (of Philadelphia) into New York from Calcutta, has been presented by the underwriters on the vessel in Boston and Philadelphia with a check for $1000.

Shortly they came in sight of a sailor’s house constructed of reeds and rushes and ‘uncommonly artfully covered with a huge net; inside of which house a number of mariners and marineresses were dancing their rustic (!) dances.’

A Marine Medley, in Reply to the recent query, “Should Women be Sailors?”[…]Air—“Ye Mariners of England.” We marineresses of England / Will gaily guard our seas; / But we shall flag, with a thousand fears, / When up there springs a breeze. / In the hornpipe (or some nice sea-waltz) / We’ll trip with festive toe; / But we’ll feel quite melted “salts” / If the stormy winds do blow!

Admitting the coast to be a bit dangerous for extended tours, the bay is veritably a succession of land-locked harbors, in which the water is sufficiently smooth to make easy sailing for even the most sensitive of marineresses.

But, of course, the crew of the Hot Cross Bun are nothing to the marineress whose sex has only just been discovered.

[…]; and that in which the queen was to embark had the awning and cabin all overlaid with gold, and was equipped with beautiful and richly attired women, who rowed better and more in stroke than the galley-slaves of Europe, and of these women the king had many in separate wards, and it is certain that they married one another, and lived in houses two and two like married couples: and I have spoken with several Portuguese who were captives in Siaõ, and chiefly with one Antonio Toscano, who was my neighbour and who still has sons in Goa, who said that they went many a time to see these wards of the marineresses, and that it was true that they were married to one another.

Then out Lafayette street, until the last of the hardy marineresses left the slow but safe craft.