With sturdy strokes the stranger
turn’d it about again,
Until within his hand-grasp
the stout oar broke in twain.
He would, to reach the warriors,
a sandy beach have found:
And having not another,
how quickly now he bound
With sturdy strokes the stranger
turn’d it about again,
Until within his hand-grasp
the stout oar broke in twain.
He would, to reach the warriors,
a sandy beach have found:
And having not another,
how quickly now he bound