For sixty days we never raised land, a sail, nor a steamer smoke.
"John Barleycorn" by Jack London
The helmsman, who was smoking a pipe as he eyed the luff of his sail, waved his hand to me, as I loped along beside him.
"Martin Hyde, The Duke's Messenger" by John Masefield
They sailed to Lemnos, a melancholy place they found it, with no smoke rising from the ruinous houses along the shore.
"Tales of Troy: Ulysses the Sacker of Cities" by Andrew Lang
They made out her two masts, bare of sails, and the great volumes of black smoke.
"In Search of the Castaways" by Jules Verne
Her sails, all black with coal-dust and the smoke of many voyages, had been shaken out.
"Tomaso's Fortune and Other Stories" by Henry Seton Merriman
She had not a sail aloft nor a plume of smoke in her funnel.
"The Cruise of the Dry Dock" by T. S. Stribling
Only at rare intervals did sail or smoke dot its surface, and then far offshore.
"Big Timber" by Bertrand W. Sinclair
When a sail or the smoke from a steamer heaves in sight he examines the passing vessel for a considerable time with a powerful telescope.
"Facing the Flag" by Jules Verne
Should he say 'smoke ho,' or 'sail ho,' or what?
"Boy Scouts in Southern Waters" by G. Harvey Ralphson
This done, the smoke having in a great measure subsided, the maintop-sail was filled, and top-gallant sails set.
"Narratives of Shipwrecks of the Royal Navy; between 1793 and 1849" by William O. S. Gilly
When we trimmed sail afresh we had hauled it along the starboard, and had at least smelt nothing of the smoke there.
"A Sea Queen's Sailing" by Charles Whistler
An hour later the sail was reported to be a steamer, bound to the westward, and her streak of black smoke indicated that she was English.
"Fighting for the Right" by Oliver Optic
No sail or smudge of smoke broke the remainder of the far-flung circle.
"The Stowaway Girl" by Louis Tracy
Instead of smoking with half-closed eyes, he peered eagerly forward under the sail.
"The Simpkins Plot" by George A. Birmingham
In the crisp, chill air of the late autumn morning tiny smokes from the cook-fires sailed straight aloft, melting speedily into the blue.
"To The Front" by Charles King
They spy your sail when you're several leagues at sea and build a smoke fire on the coast to let you know they've got cargo.
"Caribbee" by Thomas Hoover
Then came another flare of smoke and flame, hurtling a second ball through the lateen sail above Mackintosh's head.
"The Moghul" by Thomas Hoover
Here and there was a sail on the blue, or the smoke of a steamer or a war-ship.
"The High Heart" by Basil King
Not a sail nor a banner of smoke was visible.
"Ruth Fielding Homeward Bound" by Alice B. Emerson
Not a sail or a smudge of smoke marred the horizon.
"The Boy Aviators' Flight for a Fortune" by Wilbur Lawton
"The folks ashore think life at sea's
All leaning on the rail
To smoke your pipe an' take your ease
An' watch the hooker sail."
"The Day's Work" by Cicely Fox Smith
With them, as surely as can be,
A sailor should be sick at sea,
And not a passenger may sail
Who cannot smoke right through a gale.
"My Dream" by William Schwenck Gilbert
"And thou! when by the blazing oak,
I lay, to her and love resign'd,
Say, rode ye on the eddying smoke,
Or sail'd ye on the midnight wind!
"Glenfinlas; or, Lord Ronald's Coronach" by Sir Walter Scott
Yon laboring low horizon-smoke,
Yon stringent sail, toil not for thee
Nor me; did heaven's stroke
The whole deep with drown'd commerce choke,
No pitiless tease of risk or bottomry
"Individuality." by Sidney Lanier
Where the smoke-cloud blurs and the white sails fill,
They point the ships to keep seaward still;
And I think—Ah, me!—and I think—Ah, me!
Of the wreck I’d saved had I kept to sea.
"The Cliffs" by Henry Lawson
X. The scene is changed — on broad expanse they steer,
Wing'd with white sail, or down swift current glide:
Soon will the rumbling fall salute their ear —
Lo! its white crest or spiral smoke descried!
"The Toils Of The Voyager" by George Jehoshaphat Mountain