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fore he shoots at ever increasing speed into the 

 "battledore" where the course turns almost at a 

 right angle and shoots him on into the "shuttle- 

 cock" where he must negotiate another right 

 angle. Then he must immediately take "stream 

 corner" and be ready for his plunge into "the 

 straight." From this again he has to take "Bul- 

 pett's corner." By this time he may be going 

 seventy miles an hour, but "cresta leap" is before 

 him, after which he has only to go up the steep 

 hill which is supposed to arrest his speed at the 

 finish. Yet even here his skill must be in full 

 play, as riders have been known to go forty feet 

 in air over the crest of the hill and take a fine 

 plunge into the soft snow beyond. Indeed, the 

 soft snow waits the venturesome rider at every 

 turn of the famous St. Moritz course, and many 

 there be who go to it before "church leap" is 

 fairly negotiated, thus early in the game. The 

 whole course, nearly a mile, is frequently made 

 in a little over a minute and a quarter. 



All this is fine to see, without doubt, and finer 

 still to do, but do you know, if I could have my 

 choice and could see but one, I would choose to 

 see that leviathan double-runner of a half-cen- 

 tury ago swinging the curve at Captain Bill Tuck- 



