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Updated: May 16, 2025
In the beginning of each movement of the oar, the rower's body and face were brought into profile view from the platform; the movement ended with the body reversed, and in a pushing posture.
Afterward, for a whole day, no wind blew and the sail of the Argo hung slack. But the heroes swore to each other that they would make their ship go as swiftly as if the storm-footed steeds of Poseidon were racing to overtake her. Mightily they labored at the oars, and no one would be first to leave his rower's bench.
Kolbiorn climbed over the ship's quarter, and worked his way forward to the first rower's bench. Steadying himself for a moment as he hung by one arm from the gunwale, he dropped with his two feet upon the aftermost oar, and stepped out thence from oar to oar until he reached the one nearest to the forecastle.
For some years Ali remained at the heart-breaking toil of the rower's bench: cut off from home, which to him meant nothing, devoid of kinsfolk, alone miserably alone in a world which, so far, had given him naught but the chain and the whip it is not a matter for surprise that he became a Mussulman, thus freeing himself from slavery.
With brazen cunning, moreover, that surprised myself, instead of pleading, I dictated. "Sit beside me on the rower's bench, madame, and the coat will stretch around both of us." Like a child she obeyed. We were indeed reduced to saving the warmth of our bodies. I shipped my oars and took one for a paddle, bidding Madame de Ferrier to hold the covering in place while I felt for the shore.
He had known since he was two years old that the flatness or roundness of the rower's back has nothing whatever to do with the progress of a boat in Rosnacree Bay. A few minutes later she accused Priscilla of "bucketing," and Frank loved her for the word. Priscilla replied indignantly with an obvious misapprehension of Miss Rutherford's meaning.
Features formed in the blur under the rower's hat; his individuality sprung suddenly from a shape which a moment ago might have been any man's. "Oh, Adam, it will be Louis Satanette from Toronto," exclaimed Eva. "And what's a Toronto man doing away up on Lake Magog?" "What will a Glasgow man be doing away off here on Lake Magog?"
"I was waiting for you to move from my place," she said in defiant mischief, standing motionless beside the boat. "Your place? Ah, yes; now," he said, holding out his hand to her, "will you step in?" She took his hand and stepped in; they were both standing, and as the little bark swayed he made a movement to catch hold of her. "You had better sit down," he said, motioning to the rower's seat.
The landing was a simple affair, consisting of a short stairway, and a platform garnished by some lamp-posts; yet at the top of the steps he paused, arrested by what he beheld. There was a shallop resting upon the clear water lightly as an egg-shell. An Ethiop the camel-driver at the Castalian fount occupied the rower's place, his blackness intensified by a livery of shining white.
An hour later, Cuthbert's wherry floated out into midstream once more, and swiftly sped along the dark water, propelled by a pair of strong young arms. Could any have seen the rower's face, it would have been seen to be grave and rather pale.
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