“There was a pause: the mate having done his duty by finding the parochial dignitary's protégées, had slipped away to more important business; a chorus of sailors "yo heave ho-ing" at a chain cable had ceased, and for a few moments, by common consent, silence seemed to have taken possession of the long dark gallery of the hold.”
[Two Scenes in the Life of John Bodger, Household Words, Vol.6, Dickens, 1851]


“A countryman was standing on the wharf in the city, the other day, watching the process of hoisting the anchor of a ship which was getting under weigh, and as he saw the huge iron rise from the water to the “yo heave ho!” of the sailors, he exclaimed: “You may heave high and heave low, but you'll never get that great crooked thing through that little hole––I know better.””
[Carpet-bag: A Literary Journal, Vol.1, 1851]