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TIMING THE BALL 815<br />
can never be forgotten. The principle was revealed to<br />
me by a humiliating experience in France in 1878. There<br />
was a forest-fair on at St. Germains, and while wandering<br />
round I came upon an underground working man winning<br />
applause by the skill with which he wielded a heavy<br />
hammer, smiting a strong peg stuck into the ground.<br />
Each blow was communicated to an upright post close<br />
by, about 12 feet high, grooved, and ending in a box.<br />
When the post was fairly hit, a bit of wood flew up the<br />
groove, struck the box and rang a bell, while a Jack-in-thebox<br />
poked his head out and bowed. I thought it would<br />
be good fun to show what an English cricketer could<br />
do as compared with the little Frenchman, who, I must<br />
add, knocked the box every time with the greatest ease.<br />
Twelve blows for a franc. The first, I intended, should<br />
break the box and set the onlookers a-marvelling. The<br />
wood only went up one-third of the way I I pounded<br />
away for eleven shots, but never rang that bell, though I<br />
will say that each shot was better than the last.<br />
From this, I learnt that the bat at cricket and the<br />
foot at football ought to impinge at the moment of the<br />
maximum velocity of the swing. Two occasions I can<br />
recall at cricket were in a match betweeri Trinity and<br />
John's in 1875. One Wroughton, a freshman from<br />
Uppingham, a real fast bowler, sent a ball which swerved<br />
from the middle to outside the leg-stump. As the ball<br />
carne along, I had less than a second to change my tactics<br />
and defend my person. Instead of opening the shouldersthere<br />
was no time-I played a mere wrist shot, and to my<br />
amazement the ball went point-blank to the boundary a<br />
little sharp of square leg. The other time was playing<br />
for Gents v. Players at Lord's, and again a wholly un- -<br />
premeditated shot. Morley, the Notts left-bander, slung<br />
in a shortish ball on my legs, and it rose not far short of<br />
the left shoulder. I whacked furiously, never before<br />
having done such a thing to a left-handed bowler. The<br />
impact on the bat sounded like a big drum close to my<br />
ear ; the ball soared an enormous height and dropped<br />
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