The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1885-08-28
NO.31

sight of them entirely.
Don't look around, says Belairs
steadily. Eyes in the boat.
The Juniors second goes by me; ther
the third slips by.
Don't hurry" commands Belairs.
On we go, evenly, steadily. | keep IN,
eyes on Larribee's back. and try to lister
for nothing but Belairs' voice.
Suddenly we catch the swash of water
ON II right, and we see the Freshman
rudder, the Freshman stroke-oar.
Steady says Belairs. eyes in the
boat! Don't spurti9
The Juniors pull magnificently; their
rudder has slipped ont of my range.
heard their heavy breathing as they passed,
working like tigers.
Don't hurry! Eyes in the boat
By Jove! but it is hard to obey orders
just now. This holding back is madden
ing.
We sweep around the corner which
forms the tarning-point of the course
We have lost the dip Of the Juniors oars.
but the Freshmen are half a length be-
hind us, pulling like the Old Harry. We
hear Bangs, the Junior captain,
"No@1 Pull ali, you know!
They are in for their final squirt. and
still Belairs will only say
STEADY! Eyes in the boat
Pv Ioyat Et.an H.. prx.bn.o, ~ ra
ing mp: We are well clear of the island and
started up the home stretch. The boys on
the bank are rushing up with us. shouting
and yelling like savages.
Bangs! Bangs! Go it, Hang on,
Keep 10 it, Eiglty-five. Blue! Blue
Blue! E~ighty-five. You know! and the
blue!''
We grow dali, and pull d~oggedly.
Belairs is OVERRIDING matters. He doesn't
want the race. The Freshmen boat half
covers ours; it is all up with MS.
Then, as We nave quite given over hop
ing, come Belairs' voice.
sAoe.' CO. Hit her up, viii. Shake
en- off. Pull ALL
The slender boat leaps forward like a
dart; a flush of excitement shows through
the brown of Larribee's brawny neck; the
wild, hoarse shouts ON the bank increase.
'tEighty-four. ~Eighty-four. Eighty
-four! 'Rah! 'Rah. 'Rah, Go, Go! II
you haze it in youl E--g-h-ty-f-o-u-rl
Red! Red, Red! E~ighty-four, you
know! E~ighty-four and the red. Oh.
shake EN- Off"
The shouting is like wine. and makes us
twice the men we were when Belairs was
holding MS back
Eyes in the boat
Ay! but we know the Freshmen are
lengths behind rs.
Keep it up. Shake them off, boys!'
Vie bend to it. The yelIs on the bank
grow louder.
''Belairs. Belairs! Red! Red, Red. Oh,
go it, e~ighty-fourr'
Eyes in the boat Pull alli'
Ay, ay. but we are neck and neck with
the other boat; We pass their third oar.
Gells and howls from the Juniors on the
bank.
..Eighty-fvc, you know. Oh. Eighty
fivel''
The shouting keeps us up. We hear the
heavy breathing Of the Juniors on our
left.
Now then, pull all for Eighty-four,
boys!s
We leap ahead with one superb, strong
bound. Farewell to the Juniors There
is clear water between us, and amid roars
and cheers W. sweep under the bridge. and
draw a delicious. painting breath or two
before the bow of the Juniors is beside
our stroke.
We have won our race at last and pulled
over the three-mile course in eighteen min
utes and eleven seconds.
We padded across TO the ~landing-fioat,
but the fellows were half crazy, and some
of them jumped into the water in their
hurry TO meet us, They came about MS in
a yelling crowd and fairly lifted MS to their
shoulders and carried us to the boat-houSe.
Everywhere or fellows We're shaking
hands, aud hGgging each other, aud shout
ing like very madmen. 1t seemed to us
that nothing half so glorious had ever hap
pened in the annals of Durham College.
As for myself had personal and private
hopes that | might have won something
far more precious than any race that ever
was rowed.
That evening, while the excitement in
college was still high, | slipped away 10
the old square house behind the elms t.
see my faithless sweetheart. Judge Dor.
ance met me in the library, with his dry
old face quite beaming with smiles of con,
graduation. am afraid | did not feel 81
grateful as | ought; but could a fellow be
very patient when in the dimness of the
the long parlor beyond he caught tn,
glimmer of a white gown and heard Kit,
Dorranee playing little broken bits 0
college airs and serenades?
When the Judge did conclude his speech
and | found myself in the parlor, Kilt.
had fitted through the glass door to thu
wide piazza. was not, however. dis
eouraged, but patiently followed in m,
lady's steps, and found her looking
thousand times more bewitching than eve
before, with the shadows Of the vine leave