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Just came across this description of a sporting event between the officers of the 3rd and 6th Penna. Cav. on December 26, 1862, in a letter quoted in Walter S. Newhall: A Memoir (Philadelphia, 1864). Walter Newhall was a captain in the 3rd Penna., and his brother Frederick was a lieutenant in the 6th Penna. Enjoy.
T___, M___, D___, and E. [officers of the 6th Pennsylvania Cavalry] came over, and we lunched at 1 o'clock, by way of fortifying ourselves. We were busy enough in the forenoon, putting up hurdles and digging ditches, but we didn't feel tired when Officers' Call sounded for the officers to assemble and the track to be cleared. About forty had promised to run, but the timid ones, (all who had any sense, you will say) began to fall out, and at the word 'go,' only eight got away, Mc___, M___, B___, D___, W___, T___, Fred [Newhall, his brother], and myself.
The course was three-quarters of a mile round, and the inside of the track marked by a series of guidons. There were four obstacles to be cleared in the race, viz.: first, a row of four bales of hay, with a bar above them, the interval being filled up with brush &c., the whole being four feet and a half high; secondly, a ditch, five feet wide,with a bank three and a half feet high on the farther side, topped by a horizontal pole; thirdly, four bales of hay, arranged as the first, but making a leap of five feet; the last was a pile of brush, six feet across, and from four to five feet in height.
We started in good style, B___, Mc___, M___, and W___, slightly in advance. At No. 1, Mc___'s horse jumped too soon, struck the hurdle, and away they went, heels over head, Mc___ considerably bruised. T___'s horse refused, and bolted for the camp of the 1st Massachusetts Cavalry. Fred was obliged to haul to one side, to prevent striking Mc___, and he lost quite a bit of ground by it. W___ now made the running, followed closely by M___, B___, and D___. B___'s horse refused at the second leap, causing some little delay to D___, who was right after him. As we neared the third, and by far the stiffest jump, W___ opened the gap between himself and M___, who was next, and cleared it beautifully. D___ followed M___, and my horse took it at a flying leap, which must have measured twenty-one feet. Fred now closed up and passed me at No. 4, going like the wind. W___ gradually gained, up to the third guidon, and was twenty yards ahead of M___, who was next. All this time my horse was hard held, but as we neared the third guidon, I gave the powerful fellow his head, and swept past D___, M___, and then Fred, in less time than it takes to tell it. I was fast gaining on W___, when he skipped one of the guidons, giving himself about a hundred yards. As we swung around the fourth guidon, my horse rushed for the Massachusetts camp, and I worried him considerably in regaining the track. In getting back, I was obliged to take two ditches, which he didn't mind in the least. W___'s horse was now failing, and my black keeping his original pace, soon brought us near enough to each other to make it exceedingly doubtful who would win. You can scarcely imagine the excitement as we came up the home stretch, my horse gaining at every stride. W___ passed the score about two lengths ahead, but handsomely admitted that he had not kept the track, and I was declared the winner. Fred was second, M___ third, D___ nowhere. Mc___ goes home this morning badly hurt.
Andrew German
Just came across this description of a sporting event between the officers of the 3rd and 6th Penna. Cav. on December 26, 1862, in a letter quoted in Walter S. Newhall: A Memoir (Philadelphia, 1864). Walter Newhall was a captain in the 3rd Penna., and his brother Frederick was a lieutenant in the 6th Penna. Enjoy.
T___, M___, D___, and E. [officers of the 6th Pennsylvania Cavalry] came over, and we lunched at 1 o'clock, by way of fortifying ourselves. We were busy enough in the forenoon, putting up hurdles and digging ditches, but we didn't feel tired when Officers' Call sounded for the officers to assemble and the track to be cleared. About forty had promised to run, but the timid ones, (all who had any sense, you will say) began to fall out, and at the word 'go,' only eight got away, Mc___, M___, B___, D___, W___, T___, Fred [Newhall, his brother], and myself.
The course was three-quarters of a mile round, and the inside of the track marked by a series of guidons. There were four obstacles to be cleared in the race, viz.: first, a row of four bales of hay, with a bar above them, the interval being filled up with brush &c., the whole being four feet and a half high; secondly, a ditch, five feet wide,with a bank three and a half feet high on the farther side, topped by a horizontal pole; thirdly, four bales of hay, arranged as the first, but making a leap of five feet; the last was a pile of brush, six feet across, and from four to five feet in height.
We started in good style, B___, Mc___, M___, and W___, slightly in advance. At No. 1, Mc___'s horse jumped too soon, struck the hurdle, and away they went, heels over head, Mc___ considerably bruised. T___'s horse refused, and bolted for the camp of the 1st Massachusetts Cavalry. Fred was obliged to haul to one side, to prevent striking Mc___, and he lost quite a bit of ground by it. W___ now made the running, followed closely by M___, B___, and D___. B___'s horse refused at the second leap, causing some little delay to D___, who was right after him. As we neared the third, and by far the stiffest jump, W___ opened the gap between himself and M___, who was next, and cleared it beautifully. D___ followed M___, and my horse took it at a flying leap, which must have measured twenty-one feet. Fred now closed up and passed me at No. 4, going like the wind. W___ gradually gained, up to the third guidon, and was twenty yards ahead of M___, who was next. All this time my horse was hard held, but as we neared the third guidon, I gave the powerful fellow his head, and swept past D___, M___, and then Fred, in less time than it takes to tell it. I was fast gaining on W___, when he skipped one of the guidons, giving himself about a hundred yards. As we swung around the fourth guidon, my horse rushed for the Massachusetts camp, and I worried him considerably in regaining the track. In getting back, I was obliged to take two ditches, which he didn't mind in the least. W___'s horse was now failing, and my black keeping his original pace, soon brought us near enough to each other to make it exceedingly doubtful who would win. You can scarcely imagine the excitement as we came up the home stretch, my horse gaining at every stride. W___ passed the score about two lengths ahead, but handsomely admitted that he had not kept the track, and I was declared the winner. Fred was second, M___ third, D___ nowhere. Mc___ goes home this morning badly hurt.
Andrew German
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