Little boats with long arms and needle bodies leaped like water-spiders along the glassy Schuylkill at Philadelphia. Some were grandfather spiders, with eight arms and a monotonous chirrup—" 'Roak, 'Roak, 'Roak"; others, tiny creatures whose two arms seemed scarcely to impinge upon the mirror of that dreaming river, so swiftly, so skilfully did they compete in the Annual Regatta of the National Association of Amateur Oarsmen.
Swiftest of the big bugs was an eight-armed water-dragonfly from the Pennsylvania Barge Club, stroked by brawny Charles Karle, coached by Jim Juvenal. With four large fellows...
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