Any small mast on a sailing vessel

Usage examples of jigger.

Jiggering the latch inside as quietly as he could, Alec opened the shutter and climbed through.

I wanted to drive deep into the Atchafalaya Swamp, past the confines of reason, into the past, into a world of lost dialects, gator hunters, busthead whiskey, moss harvesters, Jax beer, trotline runners, moonshiners, muskrat trappers, cockfights, bloodred boudin, a jigger of Jim Beam lowered into a frosted schooner of draft, outlaw shrimpers, dirty rice black from the pot, hogmeat cooked in rum, Pearl and Regal and Grand Prize and Lone Star iced down in washtubs, crawfish boiled with cob corn and artichokes, all of it on the tree-flooded, alluvial rim of the world, where the tides and the course of the sun were the only measures of time.

He confided in the landlord that he was having his fortnight off: mooching round the country on the old jigger: rather thought of putting up somewhere for a bit.

There, indeed, was the lugger, under her foresail and mainsail, with the jigger brailed, coming down wing-and-wing, and glancing along the glittering sea like the duck sailing toward her nest.

I wanted to drive deep into the Atchafalaya Swamp, past the confines of reason, into the past, into a world of lost dialects, gator hunters, busthead whiskey, moss harvesters, Jax beer, trotline runners, moonshiners, muskrat trappers, cockfights, bloodred boudin, a jigger of Jim Beam lowered into a frosted schooner of draft, outlaw shrimpers, dirty rice black from the pot, hogmeat cooked in rum, Pearl and Regal and Grand Prize and Lone Star iced down in washtubs, crawfish boiled with cob corn and artichokes, all of it on the tree-flooded, alluvial rim of the world, where the tides and the course of the sun were the only measures of time.

However, when it rolled ashore Jiggers, the cook, discovered that dirty river water had seeped into a barrel of flour and fifty pounds of sugar.

Trey long to purchase the flour and sugar, adding to his order some chewing tobbaco for Jiggers and a box of cheroots for his friend Matt Carlton.

Trey dashed his wash water onto a patch of brush and then settled down in front of the cookfire to watch Jiggers stir up a batch of skillet-bread dough.

Darkness had settled in when Jiggers had the sourdough batter frying over a bed of live coals.

The first bunch would come in then and sleep until just before dawn, when Jiggers would roust them out of their bedrolls.

When Jiggers banged on a pan a few hours later, announcing that breakfast was ready, Trey was tempted to leave the herd and ride with Lacey to the ranch.

All the riders had saddled fresh horses, and the first half of the group was eating the beefsteaks Jiggers had prepared for them when lightning lit up the area, followed by a deafening roll of thunder.

Drenched and blinded by the slashing rain, the men were trying desperately to turn the frightened cattle away from the chuck wagon, where Jiggers was hanging on to the frantic mules, and the horses in the remuda were squealing their terror as the thundering herd swept toward them.

He could see Jiggers hobbling around the campfire, starting breakfast.

Breakfast was ready then, and they lined up to have Jiggers fill their tin plates with flapjacks and bacon.