Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1910-08-06

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got his measure. Then 1t was up to
me to put one over the plate. Bang!
he hit 1t, an felt the wind of 1t as 1t
went past me. Seaver, playin' second,
grabbed it as it went through him, but
1t was too hot to hold He must "a
got quite a grip on it, though. for 1t
yanked his arm between his legs an
threw him on his face before be could
let go.
Then 1t ricochetted out to center
where Townley wrestled with 1t for
one round before he got 1t down with
both shoulders on the mat. Two more
runs tailed 1t was scandalous how
them little Indians could fit round the
bases.
"Rourke put the next man out by
catchin' high foul Then they started
another merry go-round. 1t began with
a clean hit over shortstop. Then came
q nasty little bunt that Rourke and
both tried for, with the usual result
hit the next man an passed the next,
forcin' home a run. Then came a liner
just inside first base. Donelly. on first,
grabbed at 1t an missed. Henwick, In
right field. stubbed his toe as he reach
ed for 1t, an the ball went on into the
howlin' mob for home run. That
made II for one innin The next
man popped fly up in the infield. an
got under it.
well, they'd played hob with US;
but, after all, when we came In to the
bench | couldn't see but our chances
were good yet. 1t wasn't likely their
pitcher knew anything but straight
balls, an | thought we'd likely bat
him out O. the box.
"Donelly was the first up. The
pitcher was a sad lookin' little Indian,
a shade over five foot high an lookin'
about as much like a real live ball
player as Flathead squaw looks like
rattlesnake, But he sure was a de-
ceitful ball tosser He didn't have any
motion to speak Of He just swung up
his left foot an swung back his right
arm an let her come
"Donelly stood waitin' for 1t. 1t was
an awful slow ball Donelly waited as
long as he could an then reached for
1t, an after he got all through reachin'
the ball sailed over the plate, an the
crowd howled | yelled to Donelly not
to be too eager, an he braced himself
to wait for the next one
THE sad little pitcher went through
the same motion as before. an we saw
his arm shoot out. but nobody saw the
ball. I'm slit eyed highbinder. Flea
zar, If 1t wasn't travelin' a thousand
miles minute. The catcher staggered
over backward when 1t hit his nit, an
Hillery tolls out Strike twor like 1t
cut him to the heart to say 1t,
THE next ball came straight for
Donelly. an he jumped back to give 1t
room. But six foot away it took a sud-
den jump out an went over the middle
of the plate true as a bullet. Strike
three. He's out says Hillery. an the
multitude got up on its hind legs an
took off the lid
"Seaver came next an struck at
three straight drops an come back to
the bench lookin' daZed an hurt. Hen
wick got one O those streaks O. light.
min to start with an swung at it after
he heard II hit the catcher's hands
Then came a lazy old out that stopped
at all the way stations an was forever
an half rea:hin' the plate. Henwick
stretched an stretched for 1t till he
like to fell on his face, but 1t curved
round the end Of his bat all the same
His last one was a jumpy little in
shoot that filpped home like a scairt
rabbit. He swung about six inches
above 1t, an the first innin' was over
Score. eleven to nothin' in favor Of the
heathen
"There amt any use in describin'
what followed. Eleazar. They made
nine runs the second innin' thirteen
the third, an so on We famed out
one, two. three, every time we came
up At the end of the eighth inning
the score was 80 to 0, an | went into
the box at the beginnin' O. the ninth