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"I don't believe Ted will get very funny, in the immediate future," replied Tom reflectively. "His fellows came to the field, all primed with a lot of funny remarks they were going to shoot at us during the game. Yet the only fellows who got hit by any flying funny talk were the Souths themselves. I have been wondering if 'Bang -ow-ow' was what cost the Souths the game?"
"I can't see that the Central Grammars are doing such a lot of a much," grunted Hi Martin to a High School boy. "The Centrals are playing fine ball," retorted the High School boy. "The only trouble is that the Souths rank pretty close to them." "I'd like to play both teams again," asserted Hi. "All that happened to us was that we struck a few flukes when we played."
He knew what the name of South meant to a Hollman. "Is there any special South, who might have a particular grudge?" "The Souths don't need no partic'lar grudge, but thar's young Samson South. He's a wildcat." "He lives this way?" "These dogs air a-makin' a bee-line fer his house." Jim Hollman was speaking.
The Souths were playing desperately well in the field. Dick's side came in for the ninth, but did not succeed in getting another run. "Now, watch 'em closely, fellows," counseled Dick, as, from the benches, he started his men out to the field. "The Souths are mad and game, and they may get runs enough in this last half to beat us. Play, all the time, as if you didn't know what it was to be tired.
"Don't be afraid of the Centrals -the fellows who stole their uniforms from a lunatic in the woods." Dick heard the senseless taunt and understood it. But it didn't anger or confuse him. Instead, the ball left his hand with surer guidance. But a crowd of Central fans also heard, and imagined that the yell came from one of the groups of Souths.
"That's almost as bad as a stale one," Ted told himself scornfully. Just then the ball came just where Teall wanted it. Crack! Ted hit it a resounding blow, dropped his bat and started to run. Amid a din of yells one of the Souths came in, another reached third and Ted himself rested safely at second base. In that inning the Souths piled up five runs.
Into more distant futures, into more southern souths than ever artist dreamed of: thither, where Gods are ashamed of all clothes! But disguised do I want to see YOU, ye neighbours and fellowmen, and well-attired and vain and estimable, as "the good and just;" And disguised will I myself sit amongst you that I may MISTAKE you and myself: for that is my last manly prudence. Thus spake Zarathustra.
In these days of "booms" and New Souths and Great Wests, when everybody up North who fired a gun is made to feel that he ought to apologize for it, and good fellowship everywhere abounds, there is a sort of tendency to fuse; only big and conspicuous things are much considered; and New England being small in area and most of her distinguished people being dead, she is just now somewhat under an eclipse.
"What we wants is a man. We hain't got no use fer no traitors thet's too almighty damn busy doin' fancy work ter stand by their kith an' kin." "That's a lie!" said the girl, scornfully. "There's just one man living that's smart enough to match Jesse Purvy an' that one man is Samson. Samson's got the right to lead the Souths, and he's going to do it ef he wants to."
He must match craft against craft. He did not intimate that he knew of Samson's letter, and rather encouraged the idea that he had been received on Misery with surly and grudging hospitality. Smithers, presuming that the Souths still burned with anger over the shooting of Tamarack, swallowed that bait, and was beguiled.
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