“Seal hunters from all over the big island were swarming all over the big island were swarming into town to join their ships. They swaggered like pirates in their high boots, with sculping knives hanging from the belts that cinched their waists. They gathered in groups on the sidewalk, these rugged men in canvas jackets and slouched caps. The strange nasal dialect of men from the norther outports filled the frosty air. They talked of noggheads and ballycatters, bedlamers and jinkers – words alien to Tom’s ears.”
Book:Sailor's Choice