ed to select the side of the
ground they preferred to play on for the first half-hour--for you must
know, my readers, the term now allowed for the game was one hour, and
that when the ball was kicked into touch, there was no throwing back
into play with the hands, but it was kicked from the touch-line straight
out before play was again resumed.

"For some time the forwards kept the leather close to themselves, and
the Yankees on the left wing, by a fine piece of manoeuvring, were
successful in getting it away, amid tremendous cheering. Chandler, who
was one of the fastest sprinters in the world, and had beaten the record
in San Francisco in the fall of last year, got through his men in
brilliant form, and came down on the goalkeeper like 'winkum.' Just as
he was poising himself, however, for a final shot, M'Neil deliberately
crossed the field from the opposite side, and after dodging about the
young American, rushed in and took the leather away, and keeping it
between his feet for a couple of seconds, kicked it clear of the Scotch
goal. A good deal of heading afterwards occurred near the home goal--the
ball getting close on the lines several times, and even passing them.
Many considered before the game began that the Americans would never
have a 'look in' at all, and great was their dismay when they actually
beheld their champions hotly pressed on their own ground, and look like
losing the day. With a brilliant charge the Yankee forwards crowded
round the Scotch sticks like a hive of bees on a June morning, and a
straight shot from the foot of D. Steel, who rushed in from his place at
half-back, caused the ball to glide past the Scotch goalkeeper like a
rocket.

"This was the signal for tremendous excitement. Crowds of partisans and
friends who had come over with the strangers, and many enthusiastic
lovers of the game and fair play, raised a loud cheer, again and again
renewed, at this piece of grand play on the part of the Yankees. The
intensely interested Scotchmen, however, while they certainly admired
the pluck and fine play of the visitors, and cheered in a mild kind of a
way, even though an enemy wrung it from them, kept very quiet, and not a
few white faces might have been seen about the wire fence which kept
spectators and players apart on Bruce Park on that memorable day. They,
however, kept their own counsel, and quaintly said to the Yankees who
chaffed them on the point, that howling was a very good thing in