164 FARMING IT 



in the air said I looked like a pinwheel, so rapid 

 were my revolutions. 



I was mad ! Thoroughly mad ! Fighting mad ! 

 I would catch that devilish calf if I burst some- 

 thing; and I took up the running. 



Scientists say that the wild ass of the desert is 

 the swiftest of all animals. Be it so ; but without 

 desiring to institute any comparisons, I must ac- 

 knowledge that a certain tame one developed the 

 most astonishing burst of speed on Pine and Front 

 Streets on that day that ever drew the attention 

 of the sporting world. 



Round the corner of Pine and Front we went, 

 I on one wheel and the calf heeling dangerously 

 to leeward and with its keel half out of water. 



Righting ourselves, we flew along like Inter- 

 national Cup winners. In front of the Seminary 

 entrance, by terrific sprinting, I had nearly closed 

 the gap between us. From the Seminary entrance 

 to Tan Lane the calf drew away from me, as my 

 spark-plug fell out or my carbureter failed to 

 carburet. 



At the lower part of the Academy yard I was 

 almost within reach of my opponent's rudder, 

 but failed to grasp it. Suddenly he tacked abruptly 

 into Elm Street, while I skidded to Conner's 

 fence and ripped off a tire, but kept on with fran- 

 tic gasping jumps. Just in front of the Unitarian 

 Church I had made up my lost space, when the 



