He examined the ship below, and when he went on deck he cast his eye on the masts and spars.
"True Blue" by W.H.G. Kingston
The mate speedily followed us up, and gave orders to the men to bring some long spars to the quarter-deck.
"The Two Supercargoes" by W.H.G. Kingston
Over these spars was laid the deck, made of small round spars placed close together.
"Twice Lost" by W.H.G. Kingston
Every shot seemed to tell, and several of her spars were seen to come tumbling down on deck.
"My First Voyage to Southern Seas" by W.H.G. Kingston
They had kept below, afraid of the risk on deck from the spars or blocks falling from aloft.
"Won from the Waves" by W.H.G. Kingston
He made a trip of his own along the main-deck, scrambling upon the spars to avoid the occasional deluge which swept her amidship.
"Blow The Man Down" by Holman Day
Eleven wooden boats piled up on the spar-deck were a mass of roaring flame.
"Famous Sea Fights" by John Richard Hale
Men were being killed and maimed every minute, those faring best whose duty kept them on the spar deck.
"The Naval History of the United States" by Willis J. Abbot
It filled her brimful for a while within, from the hatches up to the spar deck.
"Southern Literature From 1579-1895" by Louise Manly
With spars and deck gear gone and her hull deep in the water, a vessel is not so easily distinguished.
"The Seiners" by James B. (James Brendan) Connolly
North! She is heading North,
And the shouldering trade is free,
And rail, and deck, and spar,
Are sick of the purple sea!
"Sailing North Off Pernambuco" by Theodore Goodridge Roberts
From spar to deck, from deck to keel,
From barnacle to shroud,
There weren't one pair of reach-me-downs
To all that jabbering crowd.
"The Ship Of Rio" by Walter de la Mare
The shadow of the rigging to and fro
Sways, shifts, and flickers on the spar-deck's snow,
And like a giant trampling in his chains,
The screw-blades gasp and thunder deep below;
"The Exiles' Line" by Rudyard Kipling
Heroic feet, with fire of genius shod,
In battle's ecstasy thy deck have trod,
While from their touch a fulgor ran
Through plank and spar, from man to man,
Welding thee to a thunderbolt of God.
"Turner's Old Temeraire" by James Russell Lowell
His sailormen were the tidiest tars
That sought renown 'neath the billowing flags
As they stood in place on the decks and spars
With carpet sweepers and dusting rags.
And Monday mornings the sails they'd reef
And iron 'em out like a handkerchief.
"The Battle of Clothesline Bay" by Wallace Irwin