This was Captain Abersouth, formerly of the mudlark—as good a seaman as ever sat on the taffrail reading a three volume novel.
So I shipped as mate on the mudlark, bound from London to wherever the captain might think it expedient to sail.
As a lad I slept with the rats, held horses, swept crossings and lived like a mudlark!
On the voyage of which I write he had taken no cargo at all; he said it would only make the mudlark heavy and slow.
You wade along in this way step by step, like a mudlark at Portsmouth Hard, hoping gradually to regain the surface.