The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1875-04-18
NEW YORK HERALD SUNDAY, APRIL 8 1875 QUNTUPIE


when the highest range OF the waves was SIN
loot distant. a rumor buZzed mystertously
through the crowd that the boats were on. by 0
subsequent comparison OF times found mat this
news had travelled rom Pntney to Mortlake IN
rather less tnan Ave minntes-a remarkable IN
stance OF the speed OF winged lame, though no
DOUBT II can travel faster than mile minute on
occasion.
About fifteen minutes passed. and still nothing
was In sight; IL was afirmed however (no one
could tell on what authority. that oxford had the
lead, and would WIN as she liked. Tue assertion
was vehemently controyerted, here and there, but
gained ground, nevertheless.
The crowd was now becoming more silent every
moment. The notllla was forced back by the po-
lice close in shore as possible; the watermen
ceased 10 importune, and, jumping into their
Doats, showed or 10 see the race.
COMING.
They're hard on, by thisln suffered one OF my
ragged neighbors, clutching my arm in tremulous
excitement,
"rhere they are ~ roared somebody.
We all strained forward. The next moment I
heard behind me confused note OF alarm,
sound OF scrambling and rushing, falling noise.
CHANGING around, | saw that the whole army OF
spectators on the towpath had overreached them
selvcs the front rank had pitched over the steep,
shelving VERGE and those behind, deprived OF
their support, avalanched on the top OF them.
Jack had come down and cracked his crown, and
Jill had tumbled after. Very likely both were
killed. Without the slightest concern or hesita-
ton l turned away from the writhing mass and
eagerly scanned the river.
IN SIGHT.
There they were sure enough, at last, the IA
nous English Fights, of which we Americans
stand in such awe.
First came the dark blue, and with them the
cheer which had travelled steadily beside them
along the banks all the way from Putney. They
pulled long, slow, hanging stroke. featherlng
clean and well Observation-Disclosures, conscien-
tious oarsmen, thoroughly used to one another;
but the starooard stroke was II may be per-
mitted to say so, the only man in the boat who
really understood rowing. Edwardes-Moss, OF
Brasenose, Is the best oar, next to william SIM
mons, OF Harvard, that ever remember TO have
seen. He pulled in spontaneous. leonIne, I'M
concerned style, delightful to contemplate; the
others. as n they had learned the art with great
pains and labor, and were stl little anxious
lest they should forget and make some mistake.
There could be no doubt about their strength and
endurance, however. After all those toiling tug
ging miles they pulled in as neatly, and to all
appearances as freshly, as though they were just
setting out Only their stroKe seemed tribe
tired; he was a small, nervous man, who had put
MS neart into every pun rom the WORD "GoW
SAD SIGHT.
They passed, and then came the light blue,
heavy hearted, despairing, desperate, nabber-
gasted, the waist oars spattering water at every
stroke, hopelessly beaten; and yet in that last
dizzy moment, Mr.. Rhodes called cheerfuy TO MS
unhappy crew and quickened them up to a nnal
squirt. He himself was another bow oarsman, aud
looked almost capable, even then, Of winning the
race on his own merits. Cambridge spurted, in
the preathless, disointed, incoherent style OF ex
hausred men, and SO their boat hoobed dlsmaly
on. The pistol sounded and all was over.
LENvoI
/ did not see the crew which beat Harvard; but
among the sixteen young men who we're the
dover OF English amateur GA 'smen this year two
Observation-Disclosures and Rl@des-woud have
been considered ut 10 row in the same boat with
a certain Harvard crew that l remember. Let
me entreat my fellow countrymen not to despair.
Let them send another four over here; train them
on English principles; give them a SLOW deliberate
stroke, and warn them against attemo ting too
much during the first two miles. Unless they have
been selected very unadvlsedy and managed ex-
ceedngly Ill think they may yet show the flower
OF England the quickest way from Putney to
MortiaKe. II they fail, let them keep on trying
until they succeed. JULIAN HAWTHORNE.