The daily gazette., 1880-06-19
Hanlan Beaten by Ross.
VAN ISHED AFTER. A WELL
ROWED RACE.

THE CANADIAN TROUBLED WITH
PAINS IN HIS SIDE, BUT CLINGINa
GAMELY TO THE GIANT NOVA SEQ
TIAN.
PROVIDENCE, r. l., June l7.-Han-
Ian has at last been beaten-beaten So
badly that the tears rolled down his
cheeks as he drew up to the boathouse
after the race. Yet he had started off
grsndly. The report of the pistol had
not died away before his boat had her
nose showed ahead of her competitors,
and he went down the river in his old
style, leading them all. We all thought
1t was going to he one of his playing
races. We looked TO see him stop his
boat and dip his hands in the water and
wet his head. But he did nothing of
that sort. He pulled and pulled nobly,
for mile and three-quarters, and was
beaten that early In the race.
Hanlan had been feeling well enough,
apparently. This morning he sat in The
bOathouse, surrounded by Riley, ,PlAisted,
Ten Eyck and Ross, and bis eye was clear
his skin brown, and manner perfectly
quiet and elf-possessed. He joked with
his companions. Riley said something
about being happy If he could cone in
ahead of Lee, and Hanlan said:
off you want to see FACE, look at
Boyd and me-"
Ihen he turned and went TO leather
ing his sculls, beautiful pair just re-
ceived from Toronto. He was as lively
as a cricket, and chuck full of good
spirits. One of his hackers said to him !:
"Ned, we can't place cent on you with
out tremendous Odds" and Hanlan
laughed. Then with what splendid form
and nerve he appeared when the signal
gun called them to the start. He rowed
up by the grand stand. There wasn't
quiver OF the nerve, and his boat spun
through The water without a splash.
The great crowd--they say that $4,000
people were present-cheered as he shot
by, and the only response he gave was
TO quicken his stroke. He pulled over
to his position, Which was just under
the sandy bluff bank of the Seekonk
River. Then he waited.
The Eng glishmen, Boyd, with a SEEM
ingly sluggish motion drew alongside
Of Hanlan, and the little Canadian, still
full Of good spirits and confidence,
passed the time with joking remarks
When Kiley brown as an organ grinder,
and red with his colors, drew mp in line,
Hsnlan craned s neck out and seemed
to be watching closely his recent anita
gonist's stroke. Then there came the
smiling Plaisted, blue as to color, and
and little az to form. He quietly ranged
himself in The line. There were Demp-
sey y-Courtney's old antagonists
Lee, who might have but didn't win in
England. and Teneyck of the Hudson,
and the Canadian giant, Gaudier. These
were comparatively unknown scullers.
There come down the river man as
nearly naked as 1t was possible to be
and be decent. He was a man whose
great muscles were so knottly and
slnewy that their play could be easily
seen from the grand stand. He looked
as though you might hit his body blows
with a sledge hammer and have the
blows resisted. He Is said to have
complained Of his boat, but he sent it
spinning through the water-old tub as
he described it-in q manner that led
men who have an eye to such things to
predict that he would come in second.
This was the Nova Scottan. Wallace
Ross. He drew up to his position on
the Providence side of the river, just
under the yacht of Stevenson, the actor.
He was at one end OF the line and Han
Ian at the other.
1t was a pretty sight as they lay there
In lire, $4,000 people Oh the shore, the
river to the rear white with the sails of
yachts and lively with small boats, bands
h.a In nd aIIh a ri
torpedoes throwing great jets OF water
high in the air. Amid all this hubbub
there came the report OF a pistol, and
then twelve brown and brawny backs
went forward, and the delicate, almost
invisible little shells darted eway. But
in half dozen strokes you could see
what pow there was In the little Cana
dams body The nose of his boat went
ahead foot by foot, and speedily he was
leading the remaining eleven-running
right away from them, That excited no
wonder. Everybody expected that.
Away down the course he goes, still
widening the gap. But suddenly he
stopped. "ac is going to wet his head"
says some one In the judges boat. "No,
he isn't. Did you see how sudden and
jerky that stop was? Do you see him
clap his hand to his sidep"
There is something The matter with
the great sculler-something serious for
here comes the Nova Scotian at a terrific
pace, lessening the gap every minute.
The referee, VIM. Curtis ordered his
boat over to Hanlan.
"What is the matter, Ned?"
any side hurts me-"
And then HaIlan bends over to his
oars again. But the power was gone, at
least the power to prevent another man
from getting the lead. Ross has already
passed him, and is pushing away for the
upper stakeboat at great pace. Still
Hanlan plies his oars. He goes through
All the form of rowing, and even now
keeps his boat well in the lead of all the
others, except Ross. 1t seems as though
every stroke he rows must be giving HIM
pain. Still he keeps at it. But now the
Saratogian as well as Ross seems likely
to lead him. Riley is rowing wonderfully
we'll. Turning his head quickly, and
seeing Hanlan so near, he spurts, and
gains, and then shoots by; and at last
Riley's dream is realIzed-he has passed
Hanlan. In this order they reach the
stakeboat. Ross, making broad sweep,
goes around, and is on his way home as
Riley gets half way around, and as
Hanlan reaches the boat. These three
scullers are on the homestretch when
Gaudier, Lee, Ten Eyck, Delane, Plaist-
ed and Boyd turn in the order named.
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