1880, w, Byron Chapter , The sails were split, the mainyard shivered, the wind blowing fresh, the night setting in; and all our chance was to make for Corfu--or, as F. pathetically called it, 'a watery grave.'
1914, E.H. Aitken, Concerning Animals and Other Matters Chapter , A long line of red and white flags extends from the top of the mainyard to the helm and streamers flutter from the mastheads.
