oakum

And they say he eats oakum. They say he will eat any thing he can get between meals, but he prefers oakum.

"What are you looking so sour about, you oakum trimmed lobster?

now that I think of it, he's always wanting oakum to stuff into the toes of his boots.

Sound it might have been, but long it was not, for he had not been asleep a quarter of an hour when the boy opened the door and thrust in his head, which was like a bundle of badly-picked oakum. Quilp was a light sleeper and started up directly.

such discourse we had, hermit and philosopher, and the old settler I have spoken of -- we three -- it expanded and racked my little house; I should not dare to say how many pounds' weight there was above the atmospheric pressure on every circular inch; it opened its seams so that they had to be calked with much dulness thereafter to stop the consequent leak; -- but I had enough of that kind of oakum already picked.

I remembered the lump of beeswax with which I made candles in my African adventure; but I had none of that now; the only remedy I had was, that when I had killed a goat I saved the tallow, and with a little dish made of clay, which I baked in the sun, to which I added a wick of some oakum, I made me a lamp; and this gave me light, though not a clear, steady light, like a candle.

When we got into the street (which was strange enough to me) and smelt the fish, and pitch, and oakum, and tar, and saw the sailors walking about, and the carts jingling up and down over the stones, I felt that I had done so busy a place an injustice; and said as much to Peggotty, who heard my expressions of delight with great complacency, and told me it was well known (I suppose to those who had the good fortune to be born Bloaters) that Yarmouth was, upon the whole, the finest place in the universe.

'We're Here'." Dan sluiced the pen energetically, unshipped the table, set it up to dry in the moonlight, ran the red knife-blades through a wad of oakum, and began to sharpen them on a tiny grindstone, as Harvey threw offal and backbones overboard under his direction.

The poor thing, strained beyond endurance by the gale, had, as if in disgust, spat out all the oakum of her lower seams.

He was the Beloved Son of Robert and the late Nancy Melko; Loving Brother of Shirley Melko, Sophie (Casey) Hudson, Stacy (Brad) Goble; Cherished Uncle of David (Kim), Rob (Brandi), Sara, Kailah, Andrew and Bradley Jr.; Great Uncle to Thomas; DogFather to Buster and Oakum. Visitation will be Sunday, October 14th, 3-8pm at Oehler Funeral Home, 2099 Miner St.