“But come, get behind me, and put your hands under my arms and heave; I'll shove with my sound limb. Now let us act together. Stay! Bob, we've been long enough aboard ship to know the value of a song in producing unity of action. Take the tune from me. "Suiting the action to the word, Jack gave forth, at the top of his voice, one or two of those peculiarly nautical howls wherewith seamen are wont to constrain windlasses and capstans to creak, and anchors to let go their hold." Now then, heave away, my hearties; yo -heave-o-hoy!" At the last word we both strained with all our might. I heard Jack's braces burst with the effort. We both became purple in the face, but the leg remained immovable! With a loud simultaneous sigh we relaxed, and looking at each other groaned slightly. Come, come, Bob, never say die; one trial more; it was the braces that spoiled it that time. Now then, cheerily ho! My hearties, heave-yo-hee-o-HOY!””
[Routledge's Every Boy's Annual, 1864]