The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1905-11-09

fye-yard line" 1t said. "The five-yard
was all.
The teams crouched in position.
Young Barstow bent forward.
"15--53-3S--53-94.
Like the Jaws OF 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 q fresh hold, as he yielded,
the big llneman trlpped the quarter
back, and the ball bounded perversel1
away from the crimson line, an OPP
posing end-rush threw himself for
ward upon 1t. 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
crouche1 in defense, hardly realize
mis- failure. He scarcely heard the
great tumult, still sounding as 1t did
before that moment when the ball
slipped from his hands. 1t confused
him at first, as it came hoarse and
unintelligible in its 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
trit N II.
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 10
be dropping and sinking away till,
as the sinking ceased, lie realized
that it had been only The great mass
es which had been standing settling
down into seats again.
A single figure, dozen tiers up
and opposite the fve-yard line. re
mained standing-a trim little girlsh
figure in gray suit, across which
the wind whipped broad crimson
streamer. The girl stood all alone
for moment, facing moi the two
teams AT the end of the field, but the
quarterback all alone in the center
With one hand she waved 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 a kick, and Gray, the
| Harvard full-back, ran down beside
Barstow, while the ends spread out
| The ball rose in high ellipse. and
lowered for moment over the FIRE esh
man quarterback. On the right an end
came down rapidly, but Grey threw
him. On the left the other end
threatened, but Barstow caught the
ball in his arms and darted forward
dodging quickly. Five yards, ter
yards he ran. Fifteen yards; and his
own men were about him staving of
tackles. Twenty yards he ran, ant
them
Onu man was bandaging his hea,
whilo another was bathing his fac,
with n very dirty sponge. In the ex
element the pail of 'training-table
water had been dashed over him fol
he could feel the soaked oatmea
flakes sticking to his cheeks. He wa.
huggng something in his arms aI.l
murDluring to himself
Yes 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 e
his feet.
Certainly he said, apologetical.y
"Of course"
"iJaTvard's ball on Yale's thirty
yari llne?' the newspaper mel
shouted down. Five minutes tc
play?" they asked.
HArstow did not hear the answer
for the big men were crouching abou
him once more.
's5-53-64-2S-92!" he called
7--43-S5-90-51!"
Series of numbers burned blue ant
yellow upon his eyeballs. He shout
ed at them and drove them away
Methodically, but quickly and acru
rately, he grasped the ball from lie
tween the legs of the man before
him. He hurled It into the arms o
the back running up from behind ant
he clung TO the runner,-except wher
instinct sent him aheld,-pushing
pushing, pushing all The time. Ther
some one would help him up Just a!
a fresh row Of figures danced belor,
him. And he would do it all oyel
again and again.
On his LETT the deep, regular roar
revsrbrating like the echoes of
mighty sledge, and on his right tn,
quicker, painting cheers grew louie,
and more indistinguishable, till the,
blended together into a mighty, in
coherent sound. The lime from ,til
another transverse mark stung hi
eyes as he fell forward, and tne,
| forgot for an instant IN Mol, hin, an