Casey At The Bat
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the outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day. The score stood 4 to 2, but with one anymore to play now batting number 10 left fielder, and then, when cooling died at first and borrows did the same, a sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go and deep despair. The rest on to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast. They thought, if only Casey could get a whack it that we put up even money now with Casey at the bat. But Flynn preceded Casey, as did Jimmy Blake, and the former was Lulu, while the latter was a cake soap on a stricken multitude. Grim, melancholy set for there seemed but little chance of Casey getting that. But Flynn let drive a single much despised toward the cover off the ball, and when the dust had lifted, the man saw what it occurred. There was Jimmy, safe at second and Flynn a hug and third. Then, from 5000 throats from or their Rosa lusty, rumbled through the valley. It rattled in the Dell, pounded on the mountain and recoiled on the flat for Casey mighty Casey was advancing to the back. There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place. It was pride on Casey's bearing and a smile Let Casey's face, and when responding to the chairs, he likely doffed his hat. No stranger in the crowd. Good doubt it was Casey at the bat. 10,000 eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt. 5000 tongues applauded when he wiped the mornings shirt. Then, while arriving picture around the ball into his hip, defiance flashed in Casey's eye. A spear curled Casey's lip. Now the leather covered sphere was hurtling through the air, and Casey's Toda watching it and hottie brand, You're there close by. The sturdy batsman, the ball unheeded sped. That ain't my style, said Casey. Strike one. The employers from the bench is packed with people. There went up a muffled roar. Storm waves on the stern in a distant shore. Kill and kill! The umpire shouted someone in the stands. They would have killed him! Had not Casey raised with a smile of Christian charity. Great. Casey's visit shown he still the rising toll mode. He paid the game go on signaled to the picture once more that Dunn's fear flu. But Casey still ignored it, the umpire said. Strike to fraud Cry The Madden thousands and Eco answered fraud. But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was odd. I saw his face gross turned cold. They saw his muscle strain. I knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again. Sneer is gone from Casey slipped, his teeth clenched in eight. He poems with Cruel violence is bad upon the plate Now the picture holds. The ball now even lets it go. And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow All somewhere in this favorite land, the sun is shining bright. The band is playing in somewhere, Hearts are light, and somewhere men are laughing somewhere, Children shout. But there's no joy in Mudville. Mighty Casey struck out crack. I don't you