This was the battle--to win seaward against the Creep of the shoreward
Paddling, wheezing, resting, oblivious of the shadow-world of the white men, knowing only the reality of Tulagi Mountain cutting its crest-line blackly across the dim radiance of the star-sprinkled sky, the reality of the sea and of the canoe he so feebly urged across it, and the reality of his fading strength and of the death into which he would surely end, the ancient black man slowly made his shoreward
As a measure of economy, however, I put some of the heavier baggage on the shoreward
parts, to go as slow freight.
Then I skirted among the woods until I had regained the rear, or shoreward
side, of the stockade, and was soon warmly welcomed by the faithful party.
This he saw, and an eighth man who crouched in the bow and gazed shoreward
. But what startled Sheldon was the sight of a woman in the stern-sheets, between the stroke-oar and the steersman.
Anne had her little domain in the speckless order one would expect of anyone brought up by Marilla Cuthbert, and felt that she could gad shoreward
with a clear conscience.
The lad insisted on being always at her side, and when at last she was safely ensconced in the bottom of the craft that was to bear them shoreward
her grandson dropped catlike after her.
The sides of the latter were crowded with men gazing shoreward
, and it was evident to Clayton, as to the others who had now joined him, that the gun which they had heard had been fired to attract their attention if they still remained at the cabin.
He was so near, that with one more of his vigorous strokes he would be clinging to it, - when a high, green, vast hill-side of water, moving on shoreward
, from beyond the ship, he seemed to leap up into it with a mighty bound, and the ship was gone!
"They're there, all right," Skipper confided to him; and Jerry, with a sideward glance of smiling eyes, with a bobbing of his tail and a quick love-flattening of his ears, turned his nose shoreward
again and resumed his reading of the jungle tale that was wafted to him on the light fans of the stifling and almost stagnant air.
Not long afterward we answered a shoreward
hail, and two Whitehall boats, each pulled by three pairs of oars, darted up to us.
But the progress shoreward
was slow; the progress down-stream amazingly rapid.