Sentence examples for boat back and forth from inspiring English sources

As he guides the boat back and forth along the island's bank, Mr. Irons and Mr. Stroub scoop up the paralyzed fish with nets and dump them into a water-filled tank.

PS samples (1 × 1 cm2) were alternately exposed to Zn (99.99%) and Te (99.999%) and to Cd (99.99%) and Se (99.999%) elemental sources (provided by Goodfellows Cambridge Ltd., Huntingdon, England) by cyclically moving the sliding part of the boat back and forth.

To begin with, because you'll be on a small ship, you typically moor up to the pier which is often right in the middle of town, giving you the chance to return to your ship whenever you please as opposed to having to catch a tender boat back and forth between the shore and a cruise liner.

One thing that is exciting is watching the spectacle of all those other boats--the ones observing the races--coming within inches of smashing into each other as they chase the Cup boats back and forth across the ocean.

Yuval and I went silent as we reverently, if greedily, plowed our little pita boats back and forth between the hummus and the subuch, leaving oily wakes on the plates.

I began feeling a bit woozy, as though I was on a boat rocking back and forth.

The men would take turns steering, cooking and sleeping, as the boat moved, back and forth, back and forth, around the clock.

Back in the meeting room Mr. Fangmeier ran the "Perfect Storm" scene again, stopping and starting, the digital boat jerking back and forth in the roiling seas until the image was frozen at last on the second flash of lightning.

"When waves are up and your boat sways back and forth, it's unsafe to try and get onto the landing platform," said Mr. van der Meulen, the technician who monitors about 200 windmills scattered over a large area, including some at sea. "You can do maintenance work really only in the summer".

I stood on the fore deck in the ready position, holding the fly in the fingers of one hand and the rod in the other, with about 70 feet of line coiled at my feet, feeling kind of stupid as the boat rocked back and forth in the swells.

As the boat traveled back and forth -- from Fulton Ferry to Pier 11 at South Street to the Brooklyn Navy Yard in Bay Ridge -- chugging along because of poor visibility, the familiar staples of the commuter life emerged -- coffee cups; cellphones; a very serious man buried in the business section of a newspaper.