The silver state. [volume] (Unionville, Nev.) 1870-1903, 1888-07-11

IN this country little Whiie ann Judged
our humor largely by the supply he read
while here and which he brought with
him in his trunk. but if ne could have
ssen the baseball word.psinting Of our
glorious country he would have loved us.
If he could have read that Richardson.
went out, Irwin to Farrar, that Foster
hit safely and stole second, that Wslch
fied out to Wood aud all about riernan's
scratch hit and Ewing's failure to sacri.
fice aud Wards miss Of . grouuder that
went through him. M. Arnold would
have said that he had done ne al injus.
tice.
We do not claim much for our long
ling of ancestry. and those Of rs Who
came over in the Msyaower try to con.
ceal il as quietly ~ p,ssihie, hut here,
in this wild and savage land we are try.
ing to build up classic style OF writing
up our national game that will make the
mother country tired.
admit that l cannot understand it at
all yet. hut am striving to do 90 and
| am willing to work hard.
l sometimes wish that Lord Tennvson
could come here for one Summer and sit
with me on bleaching board. with his
numerous hair hanging over his topcoat.
while l explained to him s'that it looked
rather squally for the Giants. for in
stance, till Slattery joIted merry thunder
out Of the horsehide, tore the tar out Of
the willow, smashed the leather. and,
while the Phillie fumblers were pulling
dandelion greens beyond the Harlem.
the Metropolitan infielder Tic ont like
futnre punishment beating tanbark, ac-
cumuIated . one.baeeer. . two-baQgar
/ and q three-bsgger. Strengthened himself
out like . long wasted jack-rabbit across
the plate and made his royal.red home-
run just as the New York Central got in
with the ball and the band played
Tommy, Make. Room for Your Auutie.''"
think that Alfred woaiA like that.
II me Lord likes a vivid and sesrching
style he would find it here. / am eoly
beginning 10 write in this way. aud il is
new to me. but think I can ultimately
give description of ball game that will
appeal to every heart. When began I
would have said. for instsnce, that
O'Rourke swatted at the bali and missed
it, till the pitcher hit O'Rourke's person
with it and then he went to the fret and
gradually got to the third base. but now
| would say that O'Rourke. the Gothic
extended catcher for the Giants. strove
to helt the blooming ball to windward,
mauied the atmosphere two times and
concusssd the life preserver on the right
leg Of Umpire Daniels, was presented with
one base as a mark of esteem, aud with q
blister as big as hornets nest where he
had tried to Insect the orbit of a hot ball
with the bosom of his knickerhockers. he
bungled a second, aud while Hallman
was mutfing the orb, catching invisible
crabs, fuking everything in sight and
corking himself generally, O'Rourke lit
out like scared -to-death bobtail hornet,
fell forty feet horizontally. and with his
ear full Of hot ball. blister across hts
meridian, fractured thigh and his
mouth full Of sand. .hoarsely calculated
Judgment y
There is description that appeals to
every heart. There is literary moss
agate that ought to tickle a man like
Tsnnyson, unless he has foolish preju-
dice against American writer's.
My ambition is some day to write the
lurid description Of . baseball game which
will 60 suorting down the corridors of
tine. along with Balaklava, Marco
Bosaris And the stubborn youth who
stood on the burning deck. l want to
write il 90 that it will be bright and
jsuuty iu style, and yet l would like to
sock little sadness in it, description
that should be rich in coloring, and yet
free from information, a carefully aud
professionally prepared gem of literature
that would contain about a column aud