Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1910-08-26

got his measure. Then it was up to
me to put one over the plate. Bang!
he hit it, an felt the wind of it as it
| went past me. Seaver, playin' second,
grabbed it as it went through him. but
it was too hot to hold. He must "a
got quite a grip on it, though. for it
yanked his arm between his legs an
threw him Oh his face before be could
let go.
Then it ricochetted out to center.
where Townley wrestled with it for
one round before be got it 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
! a 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 liner
! just inside first base. Donelly, on first,
! grabbed at it an missed. Henwick, in
right field, stubbed his toe as he reach
ed for it, an the ball went on into the
! howlin' mob for a home run. That
made II for one innin'. The next
man popped fly up in the infeld, an
got under it.
well. they'd played hob with US;
but, after all, when we came in to the
bench l 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 sad lookin' little Indian,
a shade over five foot high an lookin'
about as much like a real live ball
player as a Flathead squaw looks like
a rattlesnake. But he sure was 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 it. 1t was
an awful slow ball. Donelly waited as
long as be could an then reached for
it, an after he got all through reachin'
the ball sailed over the plate, an the
crowd howled l 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 a slit eyed highlander. Flea
Ear, if it wasn't travelin a thousand
miles a minute. The catcher sta auered
over back ward when it hit his nit, an
Hillery tolls out Strike twor like it
cut him to the heart to say it.
THE next ball came straight for
Donelly. an he jumped back to give it
room. But six foot away it took 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 looktn' dazed an hurt Hen
wick got one O. those streaks O. light
MIN to start with an swung at it after
he heard it hit the catcher's hands
Then came a lazy old out that stopped
at all the way stations an was forever
an half reachin' the plate. Henwick ,
stretched an stretched for it till be
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 Tipped home like scart
rabbit. He swung about six inches
above 1t. an the first innin' was over
Score. eleven to nothin' in favor of the
heather.
There amt any use in describfn
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 SO to 0. an went into |
the box at the beginnin' O. the pasnth