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bility of a scheme which had flashed across his brain, and that 

 scheme he promptly put into execution. On one flank foes 

 mustered strong, on the other there was only one, so he rightly 

 went for the weak spot and made his dash, which deserved a 

 better fate than being spoilt by the ball going over the boards. 

 Again it went out of play, and then Edinburgh attacked in 

 earnest. Their play was combined, and nothing could have 

 been better than their valour, but they met their match ; the 

 Messrs. Miller frustrated their every attempt, and, directly 

 the slightest opportunity presented itself, turned defence into 

 atuacic. 



* Then the ball went out, and I am going to take refuge in 

 Notes with an apology for their incoherent brevity. Thus 

 they read : " Scrimmage, and soon Green has shot at goal, 

 but wide of posts ; slow scuffle, till " Jack " Drybrough a 

 dart on Wriggler (Al pony this), but E. D. Miller equal to 

 occasion, ousts him, and works up to pavilion, when Younger 

 hooks stick illegally, and foul given again Edinburgh, who have 

 to go back to own goal line. Soon after a sharp bit of fighting." 

 Ay, was it indeed, and would that I could put as much life 

 into my narrative as did Mr. E. D. Miller into the game. Into 

 an opening he shot on Johnnie with heels going almost in the 

 good Arab's haunches as he urged him to fresh effort. On 

 with never a swerve or shy the brave pony swept, with his 

 long chestnut tail flung to the wind. On, ever on ; Khalifa 

 gallops his hardest to catch him ; so does Lady D., whose 

 twinkling feet hardly seem to touch the greensward ; so does 

 Charlton, but none can catch him. He has the vis viva, his 

 rider smites straight and true, a second more the " whoo- 

 whoop " announces a goal, a lovely one, gained for Rugby. 

 Score — ^two goals all.' 



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