Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-09-26

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for more than that but l didn't say
any thing-l couldn't; l could only
think, and if that pitcher could
have read my thoughts they would
have made his blood run cold.
Before l could fairly straighten up
the ball came again, l needn't have
jumped out Of the way as l did, for
the batsman struck it, and turning
round with the widest look I ever
witnessed, deliberately SHE'D his
club at my shins and started for the
base.
Seven men went for that ball,
while the other jumped up and
down, slapping his knees and shout
ing "slingerin." In the rush, it was
my prayerful wish that the man
who pitched it into me might be
killed, but he wasn't-only slightly
injured, and took his place with a
confidence which set my teeth ON
edge. The striker had reached his
base after a stormy passage-lOosing
his hat and one boot, and throwing
himself into the arms of the first
baseman with such vehemence as to
make him his enemy for life. At
this point some one complicated
things by shouting "Look out for
second" and this when 1 was strain
ing every nerve in an Intellectual at.
tempt to look out for number one.
The ball came. The batsman MISS
ed it and so did I, and to make mat
ters worse, that man began to run
for his next base. Then l commenc-
ed to pick up that ball, but it would
not come. l undertook to throw
my left toe at least four times, and
dug my fingers into the dirt, and
waltzed around with my head be-
tween my legs, getting glimpse Of
it now and then to inspire conf
dence, and finally stepped upon it;
when after several revolutions in a
promiscuous sort of a way, accom-
panied with few remarks, the SELL
tinent of which l did not learn at
my mothers knee, l struck out for
the man with his coat on, dove into
the small ofhis back, when he, with
the most unearthly yell lever heard
grasped the batsman by the hair,
and we all plunged into pile of
camp chairs and reserve players,
amid encouraging cries of "Pick it
up" "Home run and one to carry"
"Give 'em more room," 81 say there,
where's yer license for a circus ;"
while the more thoughtful fastened
up and asked me if there were any
other game l was a little surer of in
some of the minor points.
The doctor thinks he can mend
my leg, but suspect from what
heard him tell Mrs. Snow, that I
must 60 through life smelling around
a corner.
THE COLOSSEUM.
At the corner of 35th street and
Broadway, stands an immense circu.
lar structure of iron. This is the
"Col0sseum," with which, when
building, Barnum's name was asso.
ciated but has never officially ap.
peared. The is an importation from
Paris, and the enterprise has been
successfully introduced. The main
feature of the entertainment ut pres
ent is a cyclorama of "Paris by
night" We are carried by central
elevator to the top of the building,
and step OUT upon what appears to
be the summit OF a high tower, en-.
closed by an iron railing. AS our
eyes accustom themselves to the
we discover ourselves to
be apparently hanging over the
Place de la COncorde, and the entire
city, as far as the eye can reach on
either side, lies peacefully shadow
ed in the moonlight. This effect is
produced by marvellous perspec.
tive of canvas painting.
The sky overhead, studded with
twinkling stars, reaches far out un-
til it joins the horizon in the dim
distance. Miles and miles away
the landscape, while at
our feet the Tuileries, Hotel de Vile
and other celebrated buildings are
illuminated by a thousand eyes
the tiny windows through which the
gas.light streams.
The streets are fringed with burn
ing jets, and over the Seine the
bridges throw their dark forms up.
on the water, while myriads of
lamps are reflected therein. The il.
lusi0n is intensified and completed
when over the hush of the miniature
citu comes the mnSical chimes an.