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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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