"
"Cost nothing," cried the irrepressible Sam, whose ear caught what I
had meant for an aside. "He'll come out of it all right, Cousin Fred.
We're bound to win too. Rah! rah! rah! Harv-a-rd!" Thereupon the
engine gave a puff and a couple of snorts, and we were off.
V
We were early on the ground. That is to say, only a few hundred people
were in their places when we arrived. The seating accommodations were
for thousands. Have you ever seen an intercollegiate foot-ball field?
If not, picture to yourself a long, level, rectangular arena about a
hundred yards long and fifty yards wide marked out with white lines at
certain regular intervals. At either end stands a crossbar supported
by two posts. These are the respective goals. All along the field on
either side runs a tall tier of seats similar to those at a hippodrome,
and there are tiers of seats also opposite the ends; but the best seats
are likely to be those on either side in proximity to the middle of the
field.
Sam Bangs led the way with the confident tread of a drum-major down the
Harvard side--for the custom is to apportion the seats on one of the
long sides of the field among the friends of one college, and those on
the other correspondingly--until he reached a desirable location. Then
we established ourselves according to his directions and waited.
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