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In the early days, John H. and
Thomas L. Weir were noted here as promoters of sporting events, both
winter and summer. The Weir brothers opened Hotel Altamont to the public
in 1891. Tom Weir was an ardent race horse fan, and it was largely through
his efforts that annual ice races were held here. In January1895 the
Tupper Lake Ice Trotting Association gave the sporting blood of the
community something to warm up over when it staged the first trotting
races on the lake. In 1896 a $600 dollar purse was put up. According to an
inflation calculator I found on the web, that purse today would be
comparable to $15,000, a testimony to just how big the sport was back in
those days.
Father’s would load up the
wagon with hay and blankets, hook up one of the horses, and drive the wife
and kids down the old road over McLaughlin’s Hill, across the river,
through the marsh to Big Simond’s Pond where they all snuggled together
deep down in the hay. It was so warm against the blowing cold of winter.
Occasionally the races were
staged nearer town out on Raquette Pond. There was always plenty of room
for creating tracks on either body of water during the winter when the ice
would be 35 to 30 inches thick for several months.
The races ran for three or four
days and they came to the contests from many points in Franklin and St.
Lawrence counties, as far distant as Ogdensburg and Ottawa. They came by
rail, some rode in wagons, some came on foot and some even came on skis.
The horses were sharp shod,
which means that they had special horse shoes with sharp spikes to prevent
slipping on the ice. Some were hooked to carts called sulkies, some with
sleds called “Portland Cutters”, box-like in shape, trim and neat in
construction and preferred by horse racers.
A large kite shape track was
laid out. Kite-shaped tracks, with only one curve, were seen as being more
favorable to speed than the oval track with a curve at each end. Tracks
were over mile long, from beginning to end. They usually raced two at a
time and when the gun sounded you could hear the hooves pound the ice and
see the ice chips fly out behind each rig. It was so exciting. Races were
run in three heats. The winner would have placed first in two out of three
heats.
Men came to trade horse flesh,
socialize, and gamble; gambling was legal in those days, before the State
realized they could make money at it. From an old Tupper Lake Free Press
article we learned that a man named “Honest John” was always on hand with
a huge wheel of fortune to "entertain" the boys after the races were over.
Every hotel in Town was full, the night life, boisterous in anticipation
of the next day’s race.
It is probable that the most
famous horse to visit Tupper Lake in those early days was the famous
stallion, "Elial T," owned by Dave French of Potsdam. The animal was a
thoroughbred and was noted for his endurance in two, three and five-mile
events on ice.
He was frequently apparently
distanced in the early part of long-winded races, but he always "pulled
up" on the final stretches and crossed the finish line out in front of
them all. His owner entered him in many races in Northern New York, also
in Ottawa, Hull and Montreal, always with the same result — a winner.
At one time in the early 90’s a
horse appeared in Canada in five mile ice races and set a mark that was
believed to be too high for Elial T. A match was arranged to be run on the
Ottawa River and Dave French and his pals from Tupper Lake and St.
Lawrence County entered the list. The result was disastrous to the
Canadian sports and the contingent came home with pockets bulging.
With the advent mechanized
tractors and the automobile, people began to lose interest in ice
trotting. In fact, you will find very little reference to it in the local
papers after 1910. Those old time days of horse racing and winter wagering
gave way to a new era of skiing and snowshoeing, bobsledding, toboggans,
and ice hockey. As the racing venues change the one constant we can all be
grateful for is the ice arena on our front doorstep, still providing some
excitement for the doldrums of winter. |