looking kindly down,
"The stars of heaven are looking kindly down,
The stars of heaven are looking kindly down,
On the grave of old John Brown."

A great cheer went up as Elliott, suddenly transformed into men of
steel, took the ball on downs and snapped into its first play. Another
cheer as Tim Mooney tore through the hitherto invincible Delmar line
for fourteen yards. On the next play Mooney charged through for five
more.

"Glory, glory hallelujah...!"

As though there had come into each Elliott player a superhuman force,
the Delmar team was pushed back and back, resisting stubbornly but
ineffectively. It was a driving offensive against time. If Elliott
could go over for a touchdown in the three minutes left and kick goal,
it could at least earn a tie with the mighty Delmar. On its seventeen
yard line Delmar braced desperately. Thirty valuable seconds were
taken in two setbacks for a four yard loss. Then Mooney broke through
for a run that carried the ball over the goal line. Feverishly the
teams lined up for the kick after touchdown.

"He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,
His soul........"

And Mooney missed the attempt at goal after touchdown! The song broke
into a great heart-broken moan. Score--Delmar 7; Elliott 6. The one
stupendously inspired chance gone.

The teams lined up again for the kick-off with Mooney sobbing like a
baby at his failure. Delmar kicked ... and the ball settled into
Mooney's arms. He started down the field with a grimness born of
despair. Past chalk mark after chalk mark he ran while the words of
the song, now sung in frenzied fashion, roared in his ears:

"Glory, glory hallelujah!'
His soul is marching on ..."

At Delmar's forty yard line Mooney was stopped. He was thrown heavily
after having completed the longest run of the game--fifty yards. The
time-keepers consulted their watches. Mooney shouted hysterically at
the quarterback ... the quarterback barked a signal ... Mooney lunged
back and planted his feet in the rough sod, holding out his hands...

"John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
His soul is marching on!"

Standing on Delmar's forty yard line, as charging Delmar linesmen broke
through a