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through the hole I had made, generally making 

 from thirty to forty yards. 



"Neither Heenan nor Awful could stop that 

 play, and before the game was called I had made 

 sixteen unaided touchdowns, from which twelve 

 goals were kicked, which left the score with 

 w r hat we had made in the first half, 104 to 0. 



" That evening we had a banquet at the Squam- 

 scott. I was the only one of the eleven, and the 

 only one who took part in the game besides the 

 referee and the time-keeper, w T ho could appear 

 at table. We had a fine spread and good speeches 

 were made. Dr. Soule made an address in Latin 

 and I made a brief response in the same language, 

 and we all sang a Latin ode composed by the 

 pastor of the church in the Academy yard, and 

 which ended with, - 



'Ad Hades cum Andoveria!' 



three times, and the school yell. I had a copy of 

 it somewhere but I suppose it was lost. 



"Well, that was all very flattering and nice, 

 especially when they all filed by my chair to shake 

 hands and the faculty said, 



'Macte, puer, virtute'; 



but what I valued most was when I was called 

 into Heenan 's and Awful Gardner's rooms, 

 where they lay swathed in bandages and smelling 



