There was Sir Horace Mann, walking about outside the ground, cutting down the daisies with his stick--a habit with him when he was agitated; the old farmers leaning forward upon their tall old staves, and the whole multitude perfectly still.

After Noah had had one or two balls, Lumpy tossed one a little too far, when our fellow got in, and hit it out in his grand style.

Six of the ten were gained.
Never shall I forget the roar that followed this hit.

Then there was a dead stand for some time, and no runs were made; ultimately, however, he gained them all, and won the game.

After he was out, he upbraided Nyren for not putting him in earlier.