may cling to ships upon the
horizon. Then he pulled himself together and said:

"General Bullwigg, I presume."

"The very man," said the general, and the two gentlemen lifted their
plaid golfing caps and bowed to each other. Owing to extreme diffidence,
Major Jennings did not volunteer his own name; owing to the fact that he
seldom thought of anything but himself, General Bullwigg did not ask it.

Major Jennings was impatient to be off, but it was General Bullwigg's
honor, and he could not compel that gentleman to drive until he was
quite ready. General Bullwigg apostrophized the weather and the links.
He spoke at some length of "_My_ game," "_My_ swing," "_My_ wrist
motion," "_My_ notion of getting out of a bunker." He told an anecdote
which reminded him of another. He touched briefly upon the manufacture
of balls, the principle of imparting pure back-spin; the best seed for
Northern greens, the best sand for Southern. And then, by way of adding
insult to injury, he stepped up to his ball and, with due consideration
for his age and stomach, drove it far and straight.

"Fine shot, sir," was Major Jennings's comment.

"I've seen better, sir," said General Bullwigg. "But I won't take it
over."

Major Jennings teed up his ball, and addressed it, and waggled, and
shifted his feet, and had just received that sudden inner knowledge that
the time was come to strike, when General Bullwigg interrupted him.

"My first visit to Aiken," said he, "was in the 60's. But that was no
visit of pleasure. No, sir. Along the brow of this hill upon which we
are standing was an earthwork. In the pines yonder, back of the first
green, was a battery. In those days we did not fight it out with the
pacific putter, but with bullets and bayonets."

"Were you in the battle of Aiken?" asked the major, so quietly as to
make the question sound purely perfunctory.

General Bullwigg laughed, as strong men laugh, from the stomach, and
with a sweeping gesture of his left hand appeared to dismiss a hundred
flatterers.

"I have heard men say," said he, "that I _was_ the battle of Aiken."

With an involuntary shudder Major Jennings hastily addressed his ball,
swung jerkily, and topped it feebly down the hill. Then, smiling a
sickly smile, he said:

"We're off."

"Get a good one?" asked General Bullwigg. "I wasn't looking."

"Not a very good one," said Major Jennings, inwardly writhing, "but
straight--perfectly straight. A little on top."

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