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"Back oars! Back oars!" cried the second officer, standing wildly at the port rail. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #173)

Then, again, we heard that shrill scream, as though at dawn, as it might announce itself to the sun, Tor-tu-Gor, as it might inform the world of the privacy and sanctity of its nesting site, as it might warn even larls away from its surveyed domain. The tarn, it is said, is the Ubar of the sky. So astonishing then that men, so tiny beside its bulk, might saddle and use such monsters as mounts! Such men are called tarnsmen. "Back oars! Back oars!" cried the second officer, standing wildly at the port rail. "Back oars!" screamed the captain. We seized the oars but it was useless. There was no time, no time to even lift the blades from the water. - (Mariners of Gor)