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Lost Leaders by Andrew Lang
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ball is knocked along the roads to a fixed goal. But this is naturally
very poor fun compared to the genuine game as played on the short turf
beside the grey northern sea on the coast of Fife. Golf has been
introduced of late years into England, and is played at Westward Ho, at
Wimbledon, at Blackheath (the oldest club), at Liverpool, over Cowley
Marsh, near Oxford, and in many other places. It is, therefore, no
longer necessary to say that golf is not a highly developed and
scientific sort of hockey, or bandy-ball. Still, there be some to whom
the processes of the sport are a mystery, and who would be at a loss to
discriminate a niblick from a bunker-iron. The thoroughly equipped golf-
player needs an immense variety of weapons, or implements, which are
carried for him by his caddie--a youth or old man, who is, as it were,
his esquire, who sympathizes with him in defeat, rejoices in his success,
and aids him with such advice as his superior knowledge of the ground
suggests. The class of human beings known as caddies are the offspring
of golf, and have peculiar traits which distinguish them from the
professional cricketer, the waterman, the keeper, the gillie, and all
other professionals. It is not very easy to account for their little
peculiarities. One thing is certain--that when golf was introduced by
Scotchmen into France, and found a home at Pau, in the shadow of the
Pyrenees, the French caddie sprang, so to speak, from the ground, the
perfect likeness of his Scottish brother. He was just as sly, just as
importunate in his demands to be employed, just as fond of "putting at
short holes," more profane, and every bit as contemptuous of all non-golf-
playing humanity as the boyish Scotch caddie, in whom contempt has
reversed the usual process, and bred familiarity with all beginners.

The professional cricketer can instruct an unskilled amateur, can take
his ill-guarded wicket, and make him "give chances" all over the field,
without bursting into yells of unseemly laughter. But the little caddie
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