Row, row, row your boat

Usage examples of paddle.

While I was putting on my clothes, which got here quite dry because I was so careful, Baas, for I had asked them to paddle to fetch you while I was still naked and been told that they would not, I wondered whether I should try to make them do so by shooting one of them.

Only I thought that I had better wait a while, Baas, and see what happened, because if I shot one, the others might have become more stupid and obstinate than before, and perhaps have paddled away after they had killed me.

Elinor, as the black man pushed his paddle against the bricks of the Osceola Hotel.

Each time the Blimp touched down, the cilia would hit the water and paddle the beast into its next forward bound.

The sloops hung on the offing, the hunting brigades, led by Baranof in one of the big skin canoes, paddling for the surf wash and kelp fields of the boisterous, rocky coast, which sea-otter frequent in rough weather.

Darius Bonhomme slowly paddled the jon boat along the lazy current of the Loxahatchee River.

When at length, however, the twists of the river did impede his path, Bozo did not pause or falter, but plunged into the waters of the stream and paddled across to the farther bank.

He had plunged overside and, gaining a carack, began paddling madly away.

But shortly after we left, one of them, who was literally filled with chicha, dropped his paddle and tumbled into a heap at the bottom of the canoe, dead drunk.

The dalf obediently turned and started away, dragging the boat after him with a speed which Jerry could never have equaled with a paddle.

After stuffing his packs into a doorless cubby at the foot of his too-short bunk and laying the black staff to one side, Justen made his way topside, where he joined Krytella at the starboard railing of the Clartham, midway between the bowsprit and the paddles.

Jetta had risen to a hunting crouch, and one little duckling was paddling close to the bank.

We would watch the boats through the sky-glass, paddle in the water, gather shells and pebbles and mussels, and sit on the rocks and eat dulse, literally, by the yard.

He sprang to his feet and saw to starboard, and not a hundred yards from their heeling, pitching boat, a vast iron bulk like the blade of a plough tearing through the water, tossing it on either side in huge waves of foam that leaped towards the steamer, flinging her paddles helplessly in the air, and then sucking her deck down almost to the waterline.

Sergeant Freedman repeated his sentiments from yesterday, when he was talking about the paddle wheeler.