Rudyard Kipling 
Captains Courageous By Rudyard Kipling 

The weather door of the smoking-room had been left open to the North Atlantic fog, as the big liner rolled and lifted, whistling to warn the fishing-fleet.’That Cheyne boy’s the biggest nuisance aboard, ‚ said a man in a frieze overcoat, shutting the door with a bang. ‚He isn’t wanted here. He’s too fresh.’A white-haired German reached for a sandwich, and grunted between bites: ‚I know der breed. Ameriga is full of dot kind. I dell you you should imbort ropes‘ ends free under your dariff.‘