The steersman stands in the stern and steers with an oar.

He or one of the crew keeps up a monotonous song, to which the crew reply in chorus, always in time with their paddling.
The surf is heavy at Accra and Frank held his breath, as, after waiting for a favorable moment, the steersman gave the sign and the boat darted in at lightning speed on the top of a great wave, and ran up on the beach in the midst of a whirl of white foam.
While the captain went up to Government House, Frank, accompanied by one of the young officers who had also come ashore, took a stroll through the town.

The first thing that struck him was the extraordinary number of pigs.

These animals pervaded the whole place.

They fed in threes and fours in the middle of the streets.