Bildungsromans; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; First loves -- Fiction; Ireland -- Fiction
Every year the same programme was followed. In the morning the
water-races――boat-races and swimming-races――took place; in the
afternoon there were sports――foot-races, tugs-of-war, wrestling――held
in one of Mrs. Carroll’s fields.
I drifted about in the crowd with a group of boys. Our swimming-races
came off fairly early, but I was only third in each, and George Edge
second, for a youth, whom neither of us had ever seen or heard of
before, turned up and carried off both first prizes. This made me
anxious about the diving-competition, which he had also entered for.
We were to go in off the end of the pier, where a platform with a
spring-board had been erected for us. Then, when we had dived, we swam
round to the ladder and climbed up to take our turn again. It was the
last event but one of the morning’s programme, and had always been the
most popular. When the hour for it came round, having learned in the
meantime from some of the spectators that the victorious stranger was a
poor diver, I had regained confidence, and, as the crowd drew in closer
to watch us, I was fully prepared to show them what was what. As a
matter of fact, my first two dives were all right, but, before my third
and last, I caught sight of Katherine standing quite close to me, and
the result of this was that I determined to excel anything ever seen.
I took a tremendous race the full length of the platform, but, just at
the end of the spring-board, my foot slipped and I sprawled in flat on
my belly. The shock knocked all the wind out of me, and the smack I
gave the water could have been heard half a mile away. It was extremely
painful, and it put me out of the competition; yet when I clambered
up the iron ladder I was greeted by volleys of laughter and humorous
remarks. My accident, indeed, appeared to be by far the most enjoyable
event of the morning. It did not seem to occur to anybody, except one
of the stewards, that I might be badly hurt, and him, when he came to
ask me if I were all right, I sent about his business. I put on my
overcoat and went to the dressing-shed in a furious temper.
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