Browne had the bow-oar, and putting his whole force into every stroke, was pulling like a giant.
Turning to him who pulled the bow-oar: "Stop pullin' a bit, Tom," said he, "stop pullin'."
And what a mighty cheer rang out when she drew closer, and the man at the bow-oar stood up and cried, “Thank God, all saved!”
Amos pulled the bow-oar, and behind him was the tub with the line coiled away, and the harpoon bent on to it.
As it drew near, the figure of the man pulling the bow-oar seemed oddly familiar to me.
Toffy rowed the bow-oar now, and Purvis, who knew every turn of the river, took the tiller-ropes.