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- Gertrude Ederle
-
-
- (AUGUST 16, 1926)
-
- Grease, grease, grease. First a coat of lanolin, and eighth
- of an inch thick, then a coat of heavy grease.
-
- More grease was applied to the strong stumpy body, clad now
- in a thin racing suit, cut away deeply under the arms. Gertrude
- Ederle (pronounced "Ed-er-ly") ran across the beach into the
- surf, briefly acknowledging the cheers of the crowd that had
- come to see her off. It was cold, she remarked as she felt the
- water, colder than last year. She struck out for England.
-
- It was six o'clock and she could see the cliffs of Dover. She
- had been swimming for eleven hours.
-
- The water blackened fast. A squally rain whipped the broken
- seas that, running out with the tide, slapped her in the face.
- No hope of making Folkstone now. For two hours the current would
- run against her; she could not expect to make progress. It would
- take all her strength to keep from being carried back to France.
- Trainer Burgess began to whisper to "Pop" Ederle. Suddenly the
- butcher stepped to the side of the tug.
-
- "Trudie," he roared, "remember you don't get the roadster
- unless you git over."
-
- She was no nearer the shore, For two hours, with truncheon
- legs that never stopped kicking, with failing arms that beat on,
- she had been swimming in a treadmill. The human will is an
- unknown quantity, but it has its limitations. Another woman
- might have been beaten an hour ago.
-
- It was a critical moment. Weakening now meant certain defeat,
- and at the sound of her voice everyone on the tug, even the
- musicians, pressed to the rail, straining his eyes through the
- dusk of black waters. But Gertrude Ederle had not cried because
- she was tired. Suddenly, deliciously at her back she had felt
- the lifting current that would sweep her ashore. It was
- then--not later--that she felt her triumph.
-
- Bonfires were flaming there as in the days when the Jutes and
- Saxons welcomed their black sea-rovers home from war. People
- pranced on the beach shouting her name, they waded into the surf
- and tried to help her out. Gertrude Ederle pushed them aside.
- Smiling, she reached down, and felt the sand under her feet.
- After 14 hours and 31 minutes in the water, she had landed at
- Kingsdown Beach, beating by two hours the best male record for
- the Channel, herself the first woman in the world to swim
- across.
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