oarsman

To the worn-out oarsman, it seemed only a few moments later that an insistent grip on his shoulder aroused him.

Jake, the better oarsman sat flat in the stern of the round-bottomed craft, paddling with quick, splashless strokes.

The little beauty worked “as quick as they could swing the yards,” as the stroke oarsman remarked enthusiastically.

We had to row against a strong head wind, and I, who was the principal oarsman, fell sick.