. The Yankee in Quebec. S TO RUBE. I told you before all about the easy basket-ball-at-a-female-college way that football isplayed in Quebec. I dont know whether theboys resented my description of their game onthat occasion or if it was their sociable goodnature in always trying to make it pleasant forthe sojourning stranger; but be that as it was the stranger and they took me in. Theysaid they had another game which they playedwhen it wasnt so warm. They didnt say what it they meant. It couldnt certainly havebeen the game itself, for a warmer game thanlacrosse Ive never seen, and I thin
. The Yankee in Quebec. S TO RUBE. I told you before all about the easy basket-ball-at-a-female-college way that football isplayed in Quebec. I dont know whether theboys resented my description of their game onthat occasion or if it was their sociable goodnature in always trying to make it pleasant forthe sojourning stranger; but be that as it was the stranger and they took me in. Theysaid they had another game which they playedwhen it wasnt so warm. They didnt say what it they meant. It couldnt certainly havebeen the game itself, for a warmer game thanlacrosse Ive never seen, and I think I havehelped play them all from marbles to rock , they took me in. They said they neededa substitute for one of their boys, who wasntfeeling well since their last game. They didnt,at the time, tell me that he had been in the hospi-tal ever since, and was likely to be until Christ-mas. No, they merely asked would I act assubstitute. Now Im not going to stop here todissertate on substitutes, but will stop long. The Yankee in Quebec. enough to say that if 1 ever get two invitationson the same day to do any substitute acting, onefor war and the other for lacrosse, I will go tov^ar, if either. Its much safer in these days oflong distance fighting. But, to come to thepoint, I accepted. The game was between theShamrocks, of Montreal, and our Quebecteam. Now, Ive nothing against is a fine city, but I do object to theirShamrocks, and with reason. Why, more thanhalf the time they mistook me for the ball, andused their clubs accordingly. At this point in the narrative, said I to myself,said I: Rube, which one hit you ? Which one ! Do I look like a substitutethat had been hit by one Shamrock ? Better askwhich one didnt. That Quinn closed this right eye, just as Doylewas trying to knock a fiy off my ear, andDillon and Droyer, not to be outdone, left anumber of places for court plasters, and ban-dages, while that sly Fox enlarged my love ofhome, round there on m
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