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Title: The boys of Columbia High on the river, or, The boat race plot that failed
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Forbes, Graham B
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Publisher: New York : Grosset & Dunlap
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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ahead by bounds. Even here it is plainly notice-able! And that boat is going to win, I fairly be-lieve! said Ralph, hoarsely. Oh! which one can it be, which can it be? criedthe almost-distracted Helen. CHAPTER XXIV CONCLUSION Look at Columbia walk away from them, wouldyou! Hit her up, Frank; you know how to do it, oldfellow! Oh! you darling Frank! gasped Helen, holdingon to Minnie as she stared at the lively picturepresented in this race of the two rival boats. Again Bedlam seemed to have broken loosearound them. Once more men shrieked, womencried, boys howled, and all sorts of weird noiseswere made with horns and strident whistles. The two shells came flying down the river asthough really things of life. Incredible was thespeed shown by both contestants, which spoke wellfor the manner of their training. Not a single gapappeared in the ranks. Every fellow was pumpingaway like a part of well managed machines, whilethe two young coxswains manipulated their crewswith wonderful tact. 220
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COLUMBIA WAS CERTAINLY CREEPING UP.—FrontisplCCe. —Page 221.Boys of Columbia High on the River. CONCLUSION 221 Columbia was certainly creeping up, steadily.Now it could be seen that a gap of half a boatslength separated their shell from that of Clifford.In vain did the other coxswain increase his stroketo the utmost limit of which his crew was capable;superior merit held its own in this case, and so theyswept down the river amid a salvo of rousing cheers,and headed for the finishing line under the railroadbridge. Now it was seen that an entire boat length laybetween. And this time there was no useless deadwood in Columbias shell. Ginger Harper wasbending to his work like a Trojan, and doing hisfull share of the lusty pull that was carrying thecolors of good old Columbia High to another glori-ous victory! No need of any admonition from the coach, whowas there at the bridge to witness the wind-up. Hehad done his work, and could only watch the result.Ralph stole one look at Coach Wil

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