The Scranton High Chums on the Cinder Path by Donald Ferguson
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of wild bees, cut the tree down, fought the enraged denizens by means
of smoke and fire, and eventually carried home a wonderful stock of dearly earned honey that would make the buckwheat cakes taste all the sweeter that winter because of the multitude of swellings it cost the proud possessors. Hugh had been coaxed to join the party; not that he did not fully enjoy such enterprises, but he had laid out another programme for that afternoon. All through the morning these same lads had been hard at work on the open field where Scranton played her baseball games, and had such other gatherings as high-school fellows are addicted. Here a fine new cinder path had been laid around the grounds, forming an oval that measured just an eighth of a mile, to a fraction. All through the livelong day on Saturdays, and in the afternoons during weekdays, boys in strange-looking running costumes of various designs could be seen diligently practicing at all manner of stunts, from sprinting, leaping hurdles, engaging in the high jump, with the aid of poles; throwing the hammer; and, in fact, every conceivable exercise that would be apt to come under the head of a genuine athletic tournament. For, to tell the secret without any evasion, that was just what Scranton designed to have inside of another week---a monster affair that included entries from all other schools in the county, and which already promised to be one of the greatest and most successful meets ever held. Hugh and his chums were every one of them entered for several events; indeed, it would have been like looking for a needle in a haystack |
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