As the sun rose and we neared the shore, there came into view on the near end of the island the rickety outline of a palsied old dock, clutching with one arm a group of piles anchored in the marsh grass, and extending the other as if in welcome to the slow-moving scow.
"A Gentleman Vagabond and Some Others"
F. Hopkinson Smith
At seven o'clock we are in the river again, and for three glorious hours we float, first one scow in front, then the other, social amenities in Cree being shouted from boat to boat.
"The New North"
Agnes Deans Cameron
At last we are off, keeping sharp look-out for the lost scow.
"The New North"
Agnes Deans Cameron