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Banneker went out to the first tee, a 215-yard hole, watched Jim perform his show-em-how swing, asked a couple of questions. 'Eye on the ball, says Jim. 'That's nine tenths of it. The rest is hitting it easy and following through. Simple and easy, says Jim, winking to himself.

'What do you pretend to be? said Mr Pancks. 'What's your moral game? What do you go in for? Benevolence, an't it? You benevolent! Here Mr Pancks, apparently without the intention of hitting him, but merely to relieve his mind and expend his superfluous power in wholesome exercise, aimed a blow at the bumpy head, which the bumpy head ducked to avoid.

Would you like to be a devouter Christian than you are? I very much question it about many of you. I am not hitting at individuals, but I am speaking about the average type of professing Christians in this generation. If you desire it you will ask it. Is there any place in any of your rooms where there is a little bit of carpet worn white by your knees?

This was a galling speech to those suitors, to whom Ulysses's return was indeed the thing which they most dreaded; and a sudden fear fell upon their souls, as if they were sensible of the real presence of that man who did indeed stand amongst them, but not in that form as they might know him; and Eurymachus, incensed, snatched a massy cup which stood on a table near, and hurled it at the head of the supposed beggar, and but narrowly missed the hitting of him; and all the suitors rose, as at once, to thrust him out of the hall, which they said his beggarly presence and his rude speeches had profaned.

If I bite you, as you complain, it is without my knowledge. But I am surrounded with enemies, one hitting me, another pricking me, another daubing me with mud; patience at last yields, and one flies abroad into a general rage, too indiscriminate perhaps." "This Campaign I have had no beatific vision, in the style of Moses.

"If he was hiking for Chihuahua he's been hitting a mighty crooked trail. I don't savvy it, him knowing the country as well as they say he does," the first speaker made answer. The traveler's circling eye now discovered two more men, each of them covering him with a rifle. A voice from the rear assured him there was also a fifth member to the party. "Look out! He's awake," it warned.

"I suppose we have got so nervous over those shadows hanging out clothes that we notice every little thing," conceded Mrs. Townsend. "You will find out some day that that is no more to be regarded than the cabbage," said her husband. "You can't account for that wet sheet hitting my face," said Mrs. Townsend, doubtfully. "You imagined it." "I FELT it."

Firing had ceased; to load a matchlock was a long affair, and though the attackers might have divided and come forward in relays with loaded weapons, they would have run the risk of hitting their own friends. It was to be again a hand-to-hand fight. Diggle was not to be denied.

Momentarily the ranger lifted his eyes, letting his axe head sink to the ground. Something moved under it, and at the same instant a hideous head reared itself above the leaves and struck with lightning-like rapidity, hitting the ranger just above the wrist-bone. With a startled exclamation the ranger drew up his arm. As he did so, a huge rattler glided away through the brush.

A game within another game Putting is not to be taught The advantage of experience Vexation of missing short putts Some anecdotes Individuality in putting The golfer's natural system How to find it And when found make a note of it The quality of instinct All sorts of putters How I once putted for a Championship The part that the right hand plays The manner of hitting the ball On always being up and "giving the hole a chance" Easier to putt back after overrunning than when short The trouble of Tom Morris.