Then the oars had ceased creaking in the rowlocks and the boat was rocking very gently in the water.
"The Crimson Sweater"
Ralph Henry Barbour
And there came the sound of creaking rowlocks.
"The Crimson Sweater"
Ralph Henry Barbour
The young man, also silent, took up the oars to fit them into the rowlocks, when suddenly Molly was seen scrambling to her feet.
"Sara, a Princess"
Fannie E. Newberry