Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1905-11-25

was all.
The teams crouched in position.
Young Barstow bent forward.
"15-53-38-53-94."
Like the jaws of a trap, when
sprung, the lines crashed together.
To direct the play between guard and
center, Barstow had already receiv-
ed the ball, but as he turned with it
toward the full-back, the left guard
behind him fell back a little. Stamp
ing for a fresh hold, as he yielded,
the big lineman tripped the quarter
back, and the ball bounded perversely
away from the crimson line, an op-
posing end-rush threw himself for
ward upon it. Less than five Sec
onds had passed.; perhaps not three.
Barstow, as he trotted bravely to
his conspicuous lonely place far to the
rear of the line, where Harvard now
crouched in defense, hardly realize
his failure. He scarcely heard the
great tumult, still sounding as it Gid
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slipped from his hands. 1t confused
him at first, as it came hoarse and
unintelligible in it's exultation. 1t
sounded duly in his ears. Why
should they still be cheering? 1t was
not for some moments that he rea-
liZed that the sounds came from the
stands where the blue waved triumph
ant, and that the great crimson
decked crowds to his left and behind
him were sullen and silent. For a
moment the great stands seemed to
be dropping and sinking away till,
as the sinking ceased, he realize
that it had been only the great mass
es which had been standing settling
down into seats again.
A single figure, a dozen tiers up
and opposite the five-yard line, re
NAMED standing-a trim little girlish
figure in a gray suit, across which
the wind whipped a broad crimson
streamer. The girl stood all alone
for moment, facing not the two
teams at the end of the field, but the
quarterback all alone in the center.
With one hand she waved a crimson
flag proudly and confidently; and she
extended the other hand to the man
beside her.
The Yale captain dropped behind
his own goal for kick, and Gray, the
Harvard full-baclx, ran down beside
Barstow, while the ends spread out.
The ball rose in "a high ellipse, and
lowered for a moment over the fresh
man quarterback On the right an end
came down rapidly, but Grey threw
himself forward, and went down with
him. On the left the other end
threatened, but Barstow caught the
ball in his arms and darted forward,
lodging quickly. Five yards, ten
yards he ran. Fifteen yards; and his
own men were about him staving off
tackles. Twenty yards he ran, and
then
One man was bandaging his head
while another was bathing his face
with very dirty sponge. In the ex-
element the pail of training-table''
water had been dashed over him for
he could feel the soaked oatmeal
flakes sticking to his cheeks. He was
hugging something in his arms and
murmuring to himself.
EYES," Gray was answering him,
yes. It's the ball. You have the
ball. You have the ball David. They
threw you pretty hard, old man; but
get up. Come on, David. Get up!
You're all right?"
There was alcohol in the fresh
sponge which they passed over his
face, and the freshman staggered to
his feet.
Certainly" he said, apologetically.
"Of course"
"Harvard's ball on Yale's thirty
yard line?" the newspaper men
shouted down. Five minutes to
play?" they asked.
Ddl olOW ulu uOL near the answer,
for the big men were crouching about
him once more.
"25-53-64-2S-92!" he called.
"37-43-85-90-51!"
Series of numbers burned blue and
yellow upon his eyeballs. He shout
ed at them and drove them away.
Methodically, but quickly and accu-
rately, he grasped the ball from he
tween the legs of the man before
him. He hurled it into the arms OF
the back running up from behind and
he chung to the runner,--except when
instinct sent him ahead,-pushing,
pushing, pushing all the time. Then
some one would help him up just as
a fresh row Of figures danced before
him. And he would do it all over
again and again.
On his let the deep, regular roar
reyeTbrating like the echoes of a
mighty sledge, and on his right the
quicker, painting cheers grew louder
and more indistinguishable, till they
blended together into a mighty. in.
coherent sound The lime from still
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