The Yale expositor., 1908-03-06

Chuck gazed at his round face and
bruised jaw in open amazement, and
then a look OF admiration crept into
his little black eyes. And IL seemed
to me as if he were plying Tib in his
savage fashion. 1t shall be SOL he
cried, in his deep voice. that his
grandsires blood could not rob OF its
rumbling, chesty intonation.
This is to be on the square, in
sisted lib.
Chuck reminded him he would still
retain the secret If cheated. Then he
grew serious and faced his followers.
and swore by their Shaman that the
mill was not to be a double-cross
IL could see he was crazy for go,
and realized he had probably had but
little chance to practice.
lib touched his jaw and shook his
head, and said he would enter the ring
on the morrow. While the chief was
disappointed, he Immediately sent in
some stew for us to eat and some oil
to rub Tbs bruises. You see, he
didn't want the fracas TO be too easy.
He wanted to cherish and foster his
opponent so as to have il interesting.
Meanwhile We went to work. Tib had
a gilt-edged memory and easily re-
called all the blows so faithfully re-
produced and diagnosed by our ma
chine before Finer and his men. |
tried TO make him let me take his
place, for he was old enough to be my
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cent condition-lung trouble, you
know-and | had to admit one good
punch in the chest would lay me away
to get dusty. Then | stood on bale
of furs and played | was the nut-brown
champion, so that he could get used
to the chiefs height, while he hoped
about like rubber ball and did some
fearful contortions. While | didn't
believe he could ever lick Chuck,
hoped he would scare him to death by
his maneuvers. He won't make my
weight he declared. but IL I've any
friends tell EN- to place their money
on me. for I'll annex that baby
THAT night rubbed him in oil, and
he went TO sleep early Chuck kept
the gang quiet outside our dormitory,
and we were not disturbed until late
next morning. When we stepped out
into the sunlight the scenery impress
ed me as being out OF joint. For in
the midst of the Seal rivers grand
old stage settings was a roped arena
that looked much like a parcel OF the
Bowery. And about IL was a sea OF
fiat faces, all eying with admiration
the husky build Of Chief Chuck. And
he, despite the keen air, had been
prompted by some New Bedford cor
puscle to strip to the waist, quite in
the approved pug style. Near our
corner stood an old bag holding a
blue-eyed, white-haired, splendid boy
wrapped in furs. Lord, sir! His hair
and eyes showed me at once he was
the missionary's kid.
"I'r teach him to accept my chal-
coat, rolling up his shirt sleeves. and
yanking his belt up another notch
with a real professional air Why
don't he go and get reputation be-
fore meeting the Green Mountain
Cannon Ball?'
And | stepped into the corner and
called the names of the fighters, and
the crowd grunted in anticipation of
much pleasure Time, | yelled, my
throat getting bit choky, as | picked
up the head of Tbs little hammer,
which some elf had broken in driving
| the stakes. Mr.. McBurr, welter-weight
champion of the Little Seal. Mr. T.
who has licked everything on two legs,
no matter how old, between the tropic
of Capricorn and Pittsburg. Ready
for the first 60
This spiel struck Chuck as being
good, and he grinned appreciatively,
while lib bowed gravely and limbered
up his right arm.
Time
And, say, sir, IL you could have
seen those two midgets mince to-
wards each other on their tiptoes,
lib walking with a catty, launching
step he'd copied from the moving pic
lures, you would have felt a thrill of
Joy.
by good rights he ought to cut a
foot OF each arm observed my man,
as he ruefully eyed the others enorm-
Gus reach, nicely demonstrated when
he advanced his immense paw and
coyly concealed Tbs dimpled palm
from view.
Then in a second they sprang
apart, and the big fellow tented for
the heart and snapped dirty left at
| Tbs brow lib lodged, but the
brawny knuckles barked his right eye
in passing, and the crowd jeered and
rocked back and forth in delight Well,
sir, the smack of that blow cut me to
the heart. simply couldn't bear to
see the dear old boy cuffed
kick him, Tib,' / groaned, my
eyes watering anger.
Ashamed of you he mumbled,
avoiding a rush and ducking to the
ropes. This seems On the square,
and l won't lose the babe by fouling.
And he nearly lost his block by paus-
i inc IN hiss his bleeding digits IN the