If the tiro who aspires to be an oarsman has ever seen a really good eight-oared crew in motion on the water, he will probably have been impressed not so much by the power and the pace of it as by the remarkable ease with which the whole complicated series of movements that go to make up a stroke is performed. The eight blades grip the water at the same moment with a perfect precision, making a deep white swirl as they sweep through; the bodies swing back with a free and springy motion; the slides move steadily; and almost before one has realized that a stroke has been begun, the hands have come squarely home to the chest and have been shot out again to the full extent of the arms, the blades leaving the water without a splash. Then with a balanced swing the bodies move forward again, the oar- What sort of spectacle, on the other hand, is afforded by a thoroughly bad eight? The men composing it have chests and backs together with the usual complement of limbs that make up a human being; they are provided with oars; their ship is built of cedar and fitted with slides and outriggers—in short, as they sit at ease in their boat, they resemble in all outward details the crew we have just been considering. But watch them when they begin to row. Where now are the balance, the rhythm, the level flash of blades on the feather, the crisp beginning, the dashing and almost contemptuous freedom of bodies and hands in motion, the even and unsplashing progress of the ship herself? All these have vanished, and in their place we see a boat rolling like an Atlantic liner, oars dribbling feebly along the water or What, then, is the main cause of the difference between these two crews? It lies in good "style"—style which is present in the one crew and absent from the other. And this style in the rowing sense merely sums up the result, whether to individuals or to a crew, of long and patient teaching founded upon principles the correctness of which has been established ever since rowing became not merely an exercise, but a science in keelless racing ships. And here one comment may be added. It is the habit of every generation of rowing men to imagine that they have invented rowing all over again, and have at last, by their own intelligence and energy, established its principles on a firm foundation. How is a novice to be taught so that he may some day take his seat with credit in a good crew? I answer that there is no royal road; he must pass through a long period of practice, often so dull that all his patience will be required to carry him through it. His progress will be so slow, that he will sometimes feel he is making no headway at all; but it will be sure none the less, and some day, if he has in him the makings of an oar, he will realize, to his delight, that his joints move freely, that his muscles are supple, that his limbs obey his brain immediately—that, in short, the various movements he has been striving so hard to acquire have become easy and natural to him, and that he can go through them without the painful exercise of deliberate thought at every moment of their recurrence. Every oarsman must begin on fixed seats. This statement is to an English public school or University oar a mere platitude; but in America, and even in some of our English clubs outside the Universities, its force and necessity have been lost sight of. Here and there may be found a I will, therefore, ask my novice reader to imagine that he is seated on one of the thwarts of a fixed-seat tub-pair, while I deceive myself into the belief that I am coaching him from its stern. My first duty will be to see that all his implements are sound and true and correct, since it is probable that faults are often due as much to the use of weak or defective materials as to any other cause. I must satisfy myself that his oar is stiff and of a proper length; that when pressed against the thole in a natural position it can grip the water firmly and come through it squarely; (Note.—The ideal swing is that which takes the whole unbending body full forward till it is down between the knees. This, to a novice, is impossible, and the coach must therefore be content to see the The swing must be slow and balanced, for "the time occupied in coming forward should be the body's rest, when the easy, measured swing, erect head, braced shoulders, and open chest, enable heart and lungs to work freely and easily, in preparation for a defined beginning of the next stroke." (3) Take hold of your oar, the fingers passing round it, thumbs underneath, and the hands one hand's-breadth apart. The grip on the oar should be a finger-grip, not the vice-like hold that cramps all the muscles of the arm. It is important, too, to remember that, while the arms are presumably of the same length, the outside hand (i.e. the hand at the end of the oar) has, during stroke and swing forward, to pass through a larger arc than the inside hand. The inside wrist should, therefore, be slightly arched even at the beginning of the stroke, thus shortening the inside arm, but without (4) Draw your oar-handle slowly in till the roots of the thumbs touch the chest, the elbows passing close to the sides, and the body maintaining the erect position described above in instruction (1), but slightly inclined beyond the perpendicular. I assume that the blade of the oar is covered in the water in the position it would have at the finish of a stroke. (5) Drop your hands; in fact, not merely the hands, but the forearms and hands together. This movement will take the oar clean and square out of the water. (6) Turn your wrists, more particularly the inside wrist, with a quick sharp turn. This movement will feather the oar. (7) Without attempting to move your body, shoot your hands sharply out to the full extent of your arms, taking care to keep the blade of the oar well clear of the water. Repeat these last three movements several times, at first separately, then in combination. (8) You have now taken the blade out of the water, feathered it, and have shot your hands away, the blade still on the feather, to a point beyond the (9) Obviously, if you keep your arms stiff in the shoulder-sockets, you will eventually, as your body swings down, force your hands against the stretcher, or into the bottom of the boat, with the blade of the oar soaring to the level of your head. To avoid this windmill performance let your hands, especially the inside hand, rest lightly on the oar-handle, and as the body swings down let the hands gradually rise, i.e. let the angle that the arms make with the body increase. You will thus, by the time you have finished your swing, have brought the blade close to the water, in readiness to grip the beginning without the loss of a fraction of a second. (10) During the foregoing manoeuvre keep your arms absolutely straight from shoulder to wrist. Many oarsmen, knowing that they have to get hold of the beginning, cramp their arm-muscles and bend their elbows as they swing forward, the strain giving them a fictitious feeling of strength. But this is a pure delusion, and can only result in waste, both of energy and of time. (12) While you are carrying out the last four instructions, your feet, save for a slight pressure against the straps during the very first part of the recovery (see instruction 23), must remain firmly planted, heel and toe, against your stretcher. During your swing you should have a distinct sense of balancing with the ball of your foot against the stretcher. This resistance of the feet on the stretcher helps to prevent you from tumbling forward in a helpless, huddled mass as you reach the limit of your forward swing. (13) As to taking the oar off the feather. Good oars vary considerably on this point. Some carry the blade back feathered the whole way, and only turn it square just in time to get the beginning of the stroke. Others turn it off the feather about half-way through, just before the hands come over (14) As the body swings, your hands ought to be at the same time stretching and reaching out as if constantly striving to touch something which is as constantly evading them. (15) When you are full forward, the blade of your oar should not be quite at a right angle to the water, but the top of it ought to be very slightly inclined over, i.e. towards the stern of the boat. A blade thus held will grip the water cleaner, firmer, and with far less back-splash than (16) I have now brought you forward to the full extent of your swing and reach. Your back is (or ought to be) straight, your shoulders are firm and braced, your chest and stomach still open, though your body is down somewhere between your open knees. Your hands have been gradually rising, and your oar-blade is, therefore, close to the water. Now raise your hands a little more, not so as to splash the blade helplessly to the bottom of the river, but with a quick movement as though they were passing round a cylinder. When they get to the top of the cylinder the blade will be covered (17) Swing back, as I said, with arms straight. The novice must, especially if he has muscular arms, root in his head the idea that the arms are during a great part of the stroke connecting rods, and that it is futile to endeavour to use them independently of the body-weight, which is the real driving power. (18) Just before the body attains the limit of its (19) Do not meet your oar, i.e. keep your body back until the hands have come in. If you pull yourself forward to meet your oar, you will certainly shorten the stroke, tire yourself prematurely, and will probably fail to get the oar clean out of the water or to clear your knees on the recovery. (20) Do not try to force down your legs and flatten the knees as if you were rowing on a sliding seat. The mere movement of the body on the (21) Do not let your body settle down or fall away from your oar at the finish. Sit erect on your bones, and do not sink back on to your tail. The bones are the pivot on which you should swing. (22) The blade of the oar, having been fully covered at the very beginning of the stroke, must remain fully covered up to the moment that the hands are dropped. If the oarsman, when he bends his arms during the stroke, begins to depress his hands, he will row light, i.e. the blade will be I have now, I think, taken you through all the complicated movements of the stroke, and there for the present I must leave you to carry out as best you can instructions which I have endeavoured to make as clear on paper as the difficulties of the subject permit. But I may be allowed to add a warning. Book-reading may be a help; but rowing, like any other exercise, can only be properly learnt by constant and patient practice in boats under the eyes of competent instructors. Do not be discouraged because your improvement is slow, and because you are continually being rated for the same faults. With a slight amount of intelligence and a large amount of perseverance and good temper, these faults will gradually "Sir,—We feel we are intruding, but we deprecate your blame, We may plead our youth and innocence as giving us a claim; We should blindly grope unaided in our efforts to do right, So we look to you with confidence to make our darkness light. "We are Freshmen—rowing Freshmen; we have joined our college club, And are getting quite accustomed to our daily dose of tub; We have all of us bought uniforms, white, brown, or blue, or red, We talk rowing shop the livelong day, and dream of it in bed. "We sit upon our lexicons as 'Happy as a King' (We refer you to the picture), and we practise how to swing; We go every day to chapel, we are never, never late, And we exercise our backs when there, and always keep them straight. "We shoot our hands away—on land—as quick as any ball: Balls always shoot, they tell us, when rebounding from a wall. We decline the noun 'a bucket,' and should deem it—well, a bore, If we 'met,' when mainly occupied in oarsmanship, our oar. "But still there are a few things that our verdant little band, Though we use our best endeavours, cannot fully understand. So forgive us if we ask you, sir—we're dull, perhaps, but keen— To explain these solemn mysteries and tell us what they mean. "For instance, we have heard a coach say, "Five, you're very rank; Mind those eyes of yours, they're straying, always straying, on the bank.' We are not prone to wonder, but we looked with some surprise At the owner of those strangely circumambulating eyes. "There's a stroke who 'slices awfully,' and learns without remorse That his crew are all to pieces at the finish of the course; There's A., who 'chucks his head about,' and B., who 'twists and screws,' Like an animated gimlet in a pair of shorts and shoes. "And C. is 'all beginning,' so remark his candid friends; It must wear him out in time, we think, this stroke that never ends. And though D. has no beginning, yet his finish is A1; How can that possess a finish which has never been begun? "And E. apparently would be an oar beyond compare, If the air were only water and the water only air. He should wish to scrape the judgment seat, when rowing, from the sky. "Then G. is far too neat for work, and H. is far too rough; There's J., who lugs, they say, too much, and K. not half enough; There's L., who's never fairly done, and M., who's done too brown, And N., who can't stand training, and poor O., who can't sit down. "And P. is much too limp to last; there's Q. too stiffly starched; And R., poor fool, whose inside wrist is never 'nicely arched.' And, oh, sir, if you pity us, pray tell us, if you please, What is meant by 'keep your button up,' and 'flatten down your knees.' "If an oar may be described as 'he,' there's no death half so grim As the death like which we hang on with our outside hands to 'him;' But in spite of all our efforts, we have never grasped, have you? How not to use 'those arms' of ours, and yet to pull it through. "S. 'never pulled his shoestrings.' If a man must pull at all, Why uselessly pull shoestrings? Such a task would surely pall. But T.'s offence is worse than that, he'll never get his Blue, He thinks rowing is a pastime—well, we own we thought so too. "Then V.'s 'a shocking sugarer,' how bitter to be that! X. flourishes his oar about as if it were a bat; And Y. should be provided, we imagine, with a spade, Since he always 'digs,' instead of 'merely covering his blade.' "Lastly, Z.'s a 'real old corker,' who will never learn to work, For he puts his oar in gently and extracts it with a jerk. Oh! never has there been, we trow, since wickedness began, Such a mass of imperfections as the perfect rowing man. P.S. by Two Cynics. "So they coach us and reproach us (like a flock of silly jays Taught by parrots how to feather) through these dull October days. We shall never understand them, so we shouldn't care a dam If they all were sunk in silence at the bottom of the Cam." |