oar-blades

Added to their troubles was driving snow; also, the freezing of the water on their oar-blades kept one man occupied in chopping it off with a hatchet.

THE MEAT 2010

For, see you, it was our custom to lick the dew from the oar-blades, the gunwales, the thwarts, and the inside planking.

CHAPTER X 2010

They struggle through Miles Canyon, White Horse rapids, and across Lake LeBarge, water freezing on oar-blades, the water like mush, the malingerers rousted from their blankets to get to work while Shorty sings a verse that will become familiar in a later Klondike story:

“I am only a wild girl, and I am afraid of the world....” 2008

The very minute crabs that are found among the small fry at the bottom of the net have their hindermost feet flattened out into the semblance of fins or oar-blades, so as to help the animal in swimming.

On the Parts of Animals 2002

Their oar-blades splashed and clattered on the other oars as they dragged the heavy boat away through the blood-flecked water.

Sharpe's Devil Cornwell, Bernard 1992

Their oar-blades splashed and clattered on the other oars as they dragged the heavy boat away through the blood-flecked water.

Sharpe's Devil Cornwell, Bernard 1992

When Tarchon had spoken in such wise, his comrades rise on their oar-blades and carry their ships in foam towards the Latin fields, till the prows are fast on dry land and all the keels are aground unhurt.

The Aeneid of Virgil 70 BC-19 BC Virgil

The oar-blades were tipped high to avoid loss in the first comber; then the boat was buried in foam, and staggered through on the other side.

Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico

The larger boat, bearing a small carronade, was my best target, yet we contrived to miss each other completely until my sixth discharge, when a double-headed shot raked the whole bank of starboard oar-blades, and disabled the rowers by the severe concussion.

Captain Canot or, Twenty Years of an African Slaver Theodore Canot

And now the sea reddened with shafts of light, and high in heaven the yellow dawn shone rose-charioted; when the winds fell, and every breath sank suddenly, and the oar-blades toil through the heavy ocean-floor.

The Aeneid of Virgil 70 BC-19 BC Virgil