Athletics and manly sport (1890) (14753269536)

Identifier: athleticsmanlysp00orei (find matches)
Title: Athletics and manly sport
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: O'Reilly, John Boyle, 1844-1890
Subjects: Boxing Games Canoes and canoeing
Publisher: Boston, Pilot publishing company



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from Nature. In a canoe you cansteal up to her bower and peep into her verybosom. What memories are stored away in the canoe-ists mind ! My friend, Dr. Ramon Guiteras, andI have canoed together in many rivers, in thesame little Racine boat (though w^e now believethat it is preferable to have only one man to acanoe), and we can enjoy rare hours of reminis-cence, recallins: delis^htful scenes and amusino in-cidents from this or that excursion. And let twocanoeists, strangers, meet: their talk is an end-lessly-pleasant comparison. Going on this trip on the Connecticut, whenwe took our boat to the Boston and Maine depot,in Boston, we found another canoe in the baoforacrecar. I happened to know one of the gentlemenwho was tying it up, Mr. Morris Meredith, anexperienced canoeman ; and with him was a veteranof many rivers, Mr. Frank Hubbard, of Boston.What a chat of hours we had ! What rapids weran over again ! What tender touches of memoryw^hen some river scene familiar to all was brouo^ht
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CANOEING ON THE CONNECTICUT. 245 up ! And how unselfishly these two canoemen(who were going on a two-weeks cruise on LakeChamplain) tore their chart in two, and gaveus that part which included the ConnecticutRiver. When Dr. Guiteras and I started from Boston,we intended to take water at White-River Junc-tion ; but, when we reached that place, we foundthe river full of logs, — the largest quantity evercut in one year going down this season. But the^end of the logs was only a few miles abovethe White River; and we were told that, by go-ing farther up, we should have it all clear as wecame down, and might follow the logs to Holyoke. So we took our little boat farther up, till wecame to a favorable spot for launching, and therewe slid her into the river from a marvellouswhite sand-bank, which ran into the deep, slowstream, and from which we took our first glorious header into the Connecticut. All along the river, down to Middletown, hun-dreds of miles aw\ay, we found, at intervals, this