There is no order more noisily given or taken up with lustier shouts on board a homeward-bound merchant ship than the command, "Man the windlass!" The rush of expectant men out of the forecastle, the snatching of hand-spikes, the tramp of feet, the
clink of the pawls, make a stirring accompaniment to a plaintive up-anchor song with a roaring chorus; and this burst of noisy activity from a whole ship's crew seems like a voiceful awakening of the ship herself, till then, in the picturesque phrase of Dutch seamen, "lying asleep upon her iron."
The band again struck up, the count and countess kissed, and the guests, leaving their seats, went up to "congratulate" the countess, and reached across the table to
clink glasses with the count, with the children, and with one another.
The sensational clink of these fetters is heard all through the chapters describing his escape-- a subject of wonder to two continents.
A faint clink of his fetters made the woman turn her head.
Some real or fancied sound, some
clink upon the river or breathing of beast upon the marsh, now gave him a start, and he said, suddenly:
He had looked at the clock many scores of times; and at the street, where the rain was pattering down, and the people as they
clinked by in pattens, left long reflections on the shining stone: he tattooed at the table: he bit his nails most completely, and nearly to the quick (he was accustomed to ornament his great big hands in this way): he balanced the tea-spoon dexterously on the milk jug: upset it, &c., &c.; and in fact showed those signs of disquietude, and practised those desperate attempts at amusement, which men are accustomed to employ when very anxious, and expectant, and perturbed in mind.
Dozens of empty bottles
clinked together in corners to the rolling of the ship.
Then there was a payment of bets, and money
clinked in Beauty Smith's hand.
The bumpers filled, Mr Blandois, with a roystering gaiety,
clinked the top of his glass against the bottom of Mr Flintwinch's, and the bottom of his glass against the top of Mr Flintwinch's, and drank to the intimate acquaintance he foresaw.
This procedure was not objectionable to Jacob; on the contrary, the guineas
clinked so pleasantly as they fell, that he wished for a repetition of the sound, and seizing the box, began to rattle it very gleefully.
Keynote speakers Lynne Regent, chief executive officer of the Anaphylaxis Campaign, and Chris Moore, chief executive of The
Clink Charity, will highlight how their organisations have helped society through the work they do with food.
The
Clink Charity aims to reduce reoffending rates of exoffenders by training prisoners and placing them into employment in the hospitality industry on release.