and it was generally known that it would
be run, large numbers of students waited for it, and it was quite as
crowded as the trains which had preceded it.

The car containing the victorious crew was a scene of wild merrymaking.
The eight muscular lads who had pulled off another victory for Old Eli
were gathered in the middle of the car and surrounded by admiring
friends, who cheered and sang and smashed one another's hats, and
played the very Old Nick with one another.

Beer, wine and whiskey had been brought on board the train, and it was
urged upon the crew. Danny Griswold was in his glory. About half the
time he was perched upon the shoulders of the crowd, and it was
observable that he did not refuse anything that was offered him in the
way of a liquid. Still, for all that he drank so much and mixed his
drinks, he did not seem to get any worse off than he had been when the
train started from New London.

Charlie Creighton climbed upon the backs of two seats and made a speech.

"Hark, ye noble sons of Old Eli!" he began, with a spread-eagle gesture
that came near causing him to lose his balance and fall off headlong.
"This is the great day when we can get up on our hind legs and make the
welkin ring with war whoops of victory. To-day we stand with one foot on
Princeton's neck and the heel of the other foot gouging into Harvard's
back. They have bitten the dust before us, oh, mighty warriors in blue!
They have fallen like autumn leaves before a gale. We have carried our
colors on to victory in many a mad scrimmage, but never have we done a
better job than we did this day. During the greater part of the race it
looked as if Harvard would take our scalps. We who watched the awful
struggle felt our blood turn cold with fear. Then, when we looked upon
the calm face of our captain [cheers], we took heart and hoped. Like
clockwork he was handling his men, and his calm confidence gave them
heart. They saw he did not fear the result, and when he began to drive
them for the final spurt every one of that noble band responded like the
greatest of heroes. [More cheers.] Then it was that Yale began to crowd
Harvard. Then it was that the Harvard crew showed how the pressure was
telling on them. Then it was that the backers of Old Eli who were
watching the struggle became confident that we were still in it and
would pull off the race after all. Then Old Yale crept into the lead,
the spurt being admirably timed, so that our boat c