The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1875-07-22
THE BATTLE OF Drawn.
coRNELL's GREAT TRIUMPH.
THE UNIVERSITY RACE AT SARA

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TOGA.
sTART-sTRUaGLING FOR THE LIAD-THE
CONTEST DOWN THE CoURsE-PooR YALE
THE FINIsH-CoRNELL's DELIBERATE FASH
IoN-DIsPERsION OF THE CREW.
Among all the New York newspaper ac-
counts of the Saratoga regatta, the most
thrilling, perhaps, Is that Of the World,
which is well worth reproduction here: 1t
had been still the evenest of chances wheth-
or the race could be pulled when the last gun
sounded The steam launches that follow
the shells closely as they dare and see as
much as they can were running up the mid
die OF the course, and found water tumbling
| all over it. The bright and saucy flags OF
Cornell on Snake Hill showed every Hap
| ping inch of their white and carnelian in
| the wind. The buoys were tossing every
one in the sunlight, aud down the two-mile
| line the tiny combers OF these lake waters
were breaking. It was too rough to row
there, too rough anywhere except ut the
sheltered start; but the wind was fading
minute by minute into the still heat OF
| a July noon. Silent groups stood at the
doors of half the boat houses, and disap-
peared within them before the smoke had
drifIed away from the solitary field-pieee
! and its solitary hammer under the lee of
Snake Hill. Yale's shell was still tossing
| on its way up to the Columbia boat-house,
and the crew had just reached there. VIII
liams and Amherst had pulled up in the
earlier morning, and were waiting with
| Cornell and Harvard. The crews woke TO.
gether with the gun shot. White-shirted
| Bowdoin heightened on the blue water, as
its crew turned and foreshortened again as
il swung around at the head OF the course,
bow on. Union, at the far head OF the lake,
swung out next, mere dot of dark red
against the darker green of the lake side
LEAKAGE, and dropping ieisurely TO its place
next Snake Hill, waited in smooth water to
begin
THE FIRST PULL
down the course the crew had ever taken in
its new shell. Brown flecked the gray will
lows by her boat house with six dark heads,
and running down to her place poised her
self with lightly touching oars. Crew after
crew followed - Cornell from under the
shadow of Snake Hill Dartmouth far down
the lake, six dancing dots of green, and
nearly the biggest and brawDiest of the thir
teen Amherst and Yale and Williams from
the shelter of Cornell and Columbia and
Harvard; Harvard herself. with backs brown
and lustrOus as her silk headkerchiefs;
Princeton, the big starboard waist, Won Len
nop, pushing the raw of an infamed boil
against his oar-handle at every stroke parti-
colOred Columbia, with its full crew pulling
in place for the first time in week Muir
DlY ndlL-D6uulU2 Il6 SI4l A1SCI VI HIS
hand; Hamilton swung to her place,
her headkerchiefs bright as Harvard's
own, and Wesleyan came last, IN
der her pale and Intellectual laven-
der By Ills the long line was formed; but
broke altogether, as the crews gathered
around the referees boat for instructions.
1t broke again by piecemeal as one captain
and another started his crew for the easy
paddle OF q practice pull and kept their
humping hearts in place by using them.
The little Madge, with the referee, Mr.. Wat
son the starter, John +. Gunster and half al
dozen more, slipped back and forth behind
the boats and before them. Delays in
creased. ROw-bOats insanely planted them
selves IN the way and we're duly warned off
Once everything was ready; the Madge
swung around, bow on the long line, and
started the boats, TO call them promptly back
with three sharp, shrill whistles. Endless
explanations followed, questions and an
s6ers, pleas against delay and protests
against rough water. That matter was fast
settling itself as the wind died away to the
faintest of breezes. The bother was all over at
asst. The Madge made her last run shuttle
wise across the line of boats, and rounding
waited to follow the swift race. Gunster,
Dig and blue-hannelled, stepped to the bow
with the referee. Toe thirteen shells hung
still and steady at their mooring-boats.
The
HOT AND Terrible MINUTES
of a great race drew closer TO shells and
crews. The swaying lines of men bent,
gripped their oars and waited by skies. The
start came. The bending sun-browned
statues of one second woke in the next
I2h. O5m. 45s. it was-to the thrill and life,
the swing and stride of their magnificent
calling. Light flashed from end to end of the
long line as the oars moved; flashed again as
the wet wood turned, and rs backs, bare
and brown or white and Shirted, bent in the
first stroke of the great race of 1870. Swirls
OF foaming water for thousand feet, thirty
odd pairs of creaking outriggers, forest of
sweeping ash and straining cedar, and the
boats are OILS throbbing machines, welded
with months of infinite care out of iron and |
wood and muscle. 1t was fair start. Ii
was neither a good start nor an even one. |
At the last critical moment some crews failed |
to get clearly the routine OF starting-nota- |
blv Brown-and lost some precious seconds |
thereby. And Yale, unlucky from start |
to finish, found her stroke failing her at the |
very start from anxious care and sleepless |
nights and overwork. The first hundred
strokes we've not over before Cook checked |
his boat with something dangerously like
crab, and he repeated the blunder |
before fifty strokes were over. For |
the rest OF the race Yale pulled |
with a stroke worn out in her ser-
vice. As for the rest, the long glancing line |
of swinging oars and swsying men was even |
for length, barely even for another, and
then Harvard, gallant Hervard, her crimson
caps rising snd falling faster than most, but
slower than in any Harvard start before-a
bare thirty-six to the minute-went to the
front. The line wavered again and broke,
broke from end to end, with Harvard and
Cornell pulling at the end of ragged cres-
cent, Wesleyan pumping the life out of six
good men with hot forty five, Amherst
close behind at forty, Brown, of Brown, gal
lantly springing to his oars to make good
hlnud0r- Union and Hamilton
already left to fight out their quar-
rel alone, out of the race from the
start to the finish. Right in the middle
of the crescent, bullying its inner edge
THREE BIG CREWS
Dartmouth and Princeton and Bowdoin-are
fighting the first of the triangular duels into
which the race is fast resolving itself. Yale.