Identifier: jimmykirklandofs00full (find matches)
Title: Jimmy Kirkland of the Shasta boys' team
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Fullerton, Hugh S., 1873-1945
Subjects:
Publisher: Philadelphia : J. C. Winston
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
s and rolling into their blankets. Theboys subsided in their places. Larry Kirkland could not sleep. He wasthinking of the tale Major Lawrence hadtold, and he was hot with passionate desireto avenge his fathers old wrongs. He hadseen Barney Baldwin, a great coarse man,driving around the valley during the spring,and had heard Major Lawrence hated him.He knew, too, that Baldwin, although ownerof great wealth in the Pacific Coast states,lived most of the year in the East, and wasconsidered one of the great political powersof one of the greatest cities in America. Larry was just beginning to fall asleepwhen a whispering and giggling on the op-posite side of the tent caught his ear. Helay still and listened. The whispering andrustling continued and he discovered that theShasta Scrubs were cautiously rolling theirblankets into weapons for a night assaultupon the Shasta View team. He jabbed hiselbow into the ribs of Flaherty, who was-sleeping next to him. Dont make a noise/ he whispered. The
Text Appearing After Image:
THE FIGHTING SPIRIT OF THE MAJOR WAS AROUSED The Majors Story 167 Scrubs are getting ready to jump us. WakeSammy quietly and roll your blanket. Half a dozen of the Shasta Views wereawakened and prepared for the attack whenthe Scrubs, learning their surprise was indanger of failing, leaped to the assault,swinging their blanket rolls upon the headsand shoulders of the sleepers. Larry,Sammy and those who were prepared ralliedin one corner and strove to repel the attack.Shouts, cries, thuds and howls filled the night.The big tent shook and swayed as the strug-ling boys reeled against the side walls. MajorLawrence, wakened from sound sleep, sat updazedly, only to be buried under his cot andbed clothing. The fighting spirit of the Major wasaroused. Calling down anathemas upon theyoung roisterers, he seized upon his pillowand, bellowing threats, he waded into thedeep of the melee, wielding his pillow withterrific effect. His superior weapon told.Every blow sent boys bowling over againsttheir

Note About Images