The engineer, after having explored the wall at a certain height horizontally, fastened the lamp to the end of an oar, and again surveyed the basaltic wall at a greater elevation.
A few strokes of the oar brought the settlers to the mouth of the Mercy.
A few strokes of the oar brought the canoe into a little creek, and its passengers leaped on shore.
" called Frank from the boat, while Gus stood leaning on an oar in a nautical attitude.
" In the excitement of getting into the other boat, unfastening it, and mastering an oar, Bob was not struck with the danger Maggie incurred.
"Because, if you would, you can come with us and take an oar.
This roused her from her reverie, and she asked if she might take an oar.
He felt again some of the old delightful absorption in a far-reaching inquiry, while Rosamond played the quiet music which was as helpful to his meditation as the plash of an oar on the evening lake.
Casaubon now, it was as if he suddenly found himself on the dark river-brink and heard the plash of the oncoming oar, not discerning the forms, but expecting the summons.
When all the things were ready that Peter was to take back, the Doctor said suddenly:— "You'll excuse my shoving my oar in, won't you?
Then the Mole, with a strong pull on one oar, swung the boat round and let the full stream bear them down again whither it would, their quest now happily ended.
"I guess my putting in my oar occasional never did much harm after all.
Matthew decided that he would give her one; that surely could not be objected to as an unwarranted putting in of his oar.
He felt no desire to put his oar in this time.
She might think I was putting my oar in and I promised not to do that.
When I fail it'll be time enough to put your oar in.
They shoved off, presently, Tom in command, Huck at the after oar and Joe at the forward.
The Qinhuai River in the Oar Sound and Lamplight and The Moon of the Lotus Pond were steeped in the feeling of loneliness and emptiness and the sense of loss and pain that came when illusions had vanished after the defeat of Great Revolution.
Lucy shoved her oar in by saying that Reepicheep was longing to go only he was too small.
The Qinhuai River in the Oar Sound and Lamplight and The Moon of the Lotus Pond were steeped in the feeling of loneliness and emptiness and the sense of loss and pain that came when illusions had vanished after the defeat of Great Revolution.
