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a mortal antipathy-第10部分

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practice about equal; advantage of the narrow boat equal to three

lengths; whole distance allowed the Atalantas eight lengths;a long

stretch to be made up in a mile and a half。



And so both crews began practising for the grand trial。









II



THE BOAT…RACE。



The 10th of June was a delicious summer day; rather warm; but still

and bright。  The water was smooth; and the crews were in the best

possible condition。  All was expectation; and for some time nothing

but expectation。  No boat…race or regatta ever began at the time

appointed for the start。  Somebody breaks an oar; or somebody fails

to appear in season; or something is the matter with a seat or an

outrigger; or if there is no such excuse; the crew of one or both or

all the boats to take part in the race must paddle about to get

themselves ready for work; to the infinite weariness of all the

spectators; who naturally ask why all this getting ready is not

attended to beforehand。  The Algonquins wore plain gray flannel suits

and white caps。  The young ladies were all in dark blue dresses;

touched up with a red ribbon here and there; and wore light straw

hats。  The little coxswain of the Atalanta was the last to step on

board。  As she took her place she carefully deposited at her feet a

white handkerchief wrapped about something or other; perhaps a

sponge; in case the boat should take in water。



At last the Algonquin shot out from the little nook where she lay;

long; narrow; shining; swift as a pickerel when he darts from the

reedy shore。  It was a beautiful sight to see the eight young fellows

in their close…fitting suits; their brown muscular arms bare; bending

their backs for the stroke and recovering; as if they were parts of a

single machine。



〃The gals can't stan' it agin them fellers;〃 said the old blacksmith

from the village。



〃You wait till the gals get a…goin';〃 said the carpenter; who had

often worked in the gymnasium of the Corinna Institute; and knew

something of their muscular accomplishments。  〃Y' ought to see 'em

climb ropes; and swing dumb…bells; and pull in them rowin'…machines。

Ask Jake there whether they can't row a mild in double…quick time;

he knows all abaout it。〃



Jake was by profession a fisherman; and a freshwater fisherman in a

country village is inspector…general of all that goes on out…of…

doors; being a lazy; wandering sort of fellow; whose study of the

habits and habitats of fishes gives him a kind of shrewdness of

observation; just as dealing in horses is an education of certain

faculties; and breeds a race of men peculiarly cunning; suspicious;

wary; and wide awake; with a rhetoric of appreciation and

depreciation all its own。



Jake made his usual preliminary signal; and delivered himself to the

following effect:



〃Wahl; I don' know jest what to say。  I've seed 'em both often enough

when they was practisin'; an' I tell ye the' wa'n't no slouch abaout

neither on 'em。  But them bats is all…fired long; 'n' eight on 'em

stretched in a straight line eendways makes a consid'able piece aout

'f a mile 'n' a haaf。  I'd bate on them gals if it wa'n't that them

fellers is naterally longer winded; as the gals 'll find aout by the

time they git raound the stake 'n' over agin the big ellum。  I'll go

ye a quarter on the pahnts agin the petticoats。〃



The fresh…water fisherman had expressed the prevailing belief that

the young ladies were overmatched。  Still there were not wanting

those who thought the advantage allowed the 〃Lantas;〃 as they called

the Corinna boatcrew; was too great; and that it would be impossible

for the 〃Quins〃 to make it up and go by them。



The Algonquins rowed up and down a few times before the spectators。

They appeared in perfect training; neither too fat nor too fine;

mettlesome as colts; steady as draught…horses; deep…breathed as oxen;

disciplined to work together as symmetrically as a single sculler

pulls his pair of oars。  The fisherman offered to make his quarter

fifty cents。  No takers。



Five minutes passed; and all eyes were strained to the south; looking

for the Atalanta。  A clump of trees hid the edge of the lake along

which the Corinna's boat was stealing towards the starting…point。

Presently the long shell swept into view; with its blooming rowers;

who; with their ample dresses; seemed to fill it almost as full as

Raphael fills his skiff on the edge of the Lake of Galilee。  But how

steadily the Atalanta came on!…no rocking; no splashing; no

apparent strain; the bow oar turning to look ahead every now and

then; and watching her course; which seemed to be straight as an

arrow; the beat of the strokes as true and regular as the pulse of

the healthiest rower among them all。  And if the sight of the other

boat and its crew was beautiful; how lovely was the look of this!

Eight young girls;young ladies; for those who prefer that more

dignified and less attractive expression;all in the flush of youth;

all in vigorous health; every muscle taught its duty; each rower

alert; not to be a tenth of a second out of time; or let her oar

dally with the water so as to lose an ounce of its propelling virtue;

every eye kindling with the hope of victory。  Each of the boats was

cheered as it came in sight; but the cheers for the Atalanta were

naturally the loudest; as the gallantry of one sex and the clear;

high voices of the other gave it life and vigor。



〃Take your places!〃 shouted the umpire; five minutes before the half

hour。  The two boats felt their way slowly and cautiously to their

positions; which had been determined by careful measurement。  After a

little backing and filling they got into line; at the proper distance

from each other; and sat motionless; their bodies bent forward; their

arms outstretched; their oars in the water; waiting for the word。



〃Go!〃 shouted the umpire。



Away sprang the Atalanta; and far behind her leaped the Algonquin;

her oars bending like so many long Indian bows as their blades

flashed through the water。



〃A stern chase is a long chase;〃 especially when one craft is a great

distance behind the other。  It looked as if it would be impossible

for the rear boat to overcome the odds against it。  Of course the

Algonquin kept gaining; but could it possibly gain enough?  That was

the question。  As the boats got farther and farther away; it became

more and more difficult to determine what change there was in the

interval between them。  But when they came to rounding the stake it

was easier to guess at the amount of space which had been gained。  It

was clear that something like half the distance; four lengths; as

nearly as could be estimated; had been made up in rowing the first

three quarters of a mile。  Could the Algonquins do a little better

than this in the second half of the race…course; they would be sure

of winning。



The boats had turned the stake; and were coming in rapidly。  Every

minute the University boat was getting nearer the other。



〃Go it; Quins!〃 shouted the students。



〃Pull away; Lantas!〃 screamed the girls; who were crowding down to

the edge of the water。



Nearer;nearer;the rear boat is pressing the other more and more

closely;a few more strokes; and they will be even; for there is but

one length between them; and thirty rods will carry them to the line。

It looks desperate for the Atalantas。  The bow oar of the Algonquin

turns his head。  He sees the little coxswain leaning forward at every

stroke; as if her trivial weight were of such mighty consequence;

but a few ounces might turn the scale of victory。  As he turned he

got a glimpse of the stroke oar of the Atalanta。  What a flash of

loveliness it was!  Her face was like the reddest of June roses; with

the heat and the strain and the passion of expected triumph。  The

upper button of her close…fitting flannel suit had strangled her as

her bosom heaved with exertion; and it had given way before the

fierce clutch she made at it。  The bow oar was a staunch and steady

rower; but he was human。  The blade of his oar lingered in the water;

a little more and he would have caught a crab; and perhaps lost the

race by his momentary bewilderment。



The boat; which seemed as if it had all the life and nervousness of a

Derby three…year…old; felt the slight check; and all her men bent

more vigorously to their oars。  The Atalantas saw the movement; and

made a spurt to keep their lead and gain upon it if they could。  It

was of no use。  The strong arms of the young men were too much for

the young maidens; only a few lengths remained to be rowed; and they

would certainly pass the Atalanta before she could reach the line。



The little coxswain saw that it was all up with the girls' crew if

she could not save them by some strategic device。



     〃Dolus an virtus quis in hoste requirat?〃



she whispered to herself;for The Terror remembered her Virgil as

she did everything else she ever st
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