So, all six aiming at the same point and speeding furiously, a collision seemed inevitable; nor that merely.

What if the editor, at the last moment, dissatisfied with the start, should withhold the signal to drop the rope?
Or if he should not give it in time?
The crossing was about two hundred and fifty feet in width.

Quick the eye, steady the hand, unerring the judgment required.

If now one look away! or his mind wander! or a rein slip! And what attraction in the ensemble of the thousands over the spreading balcony! Calculating upon the natural impulse to give one glance--just one--in sooth of curiosity or vanity, malice might be there with an artifice; while friendship and love, did they serve the same result, might be as deadly as malice.
The divine last touch in perfecting the beautiful is animation.

Can we accept the saying, then these latter days, so tame in pastime and dull in sports, have scarcely anything to compare to the spectacle offered by the six contestants.