So they said; but the other blokes smiled at my chances, Well they might when I hadn't run for a year; I heard someone mutter, "He's softer than butter-- He used to win once, but he won't finish here." That made me feel foolish, I wished I'd been training, I felt if I had I could make someone spin, But still I was thinking, "I'll finish like winking; Though there isn't a ghost of a chance I can win!" We all toed the line, but I wasn't excited, I fancied the race was all over for Dan; The slowest could do me--the pistol went through me, I jumped from the scratch, and the tussle began. I'd a yard at the start, but I lost it next moment, My word, they went off at a terrible bat; I saw in a minute I wouldn't be in it If Wilson and Barry kept moving like that. They went for a quarter, then Pearce, of the township, Ran up to the lead like a young cannon ball; I kept well behind them, I reckoned to find them About the three-quarters, or else not at all. Second round the same order, Mackay creeping closer, And Pearce, of the township, dropped out at the bend; They kept the pace going, but Wilson was blowing, I didn't expect to see him at the end. Third round, and, by George, I was closing upon them, My long steady swing was beginning to tell; Mackay took the running--he'd played pretty cunning-- I caught my first man at the three-quarter bell. Then I let myself out and I tackled another, Passed him quickly and got up to Wilson at last; There was nothing left in him that once looked like winning; He gave up the struggle the moment I passed. Jack Barry was next, and we got going level, I brought him along till we tackled Mackay; The whole ground was moving, our pace was improving, By Jove! at the finish the grass seemed to fly. "Come on, Dan! come on! you can leave them both standing!" "Jack Barry's the winner!" "Mackay leads the way!"-- The yelling and raving, the rushing and waving-- I'll always remember the finish that day. We were going "eyes out," all three shoulder to shoulder, I gathered myself for the best I could do-- I heard my name crying, I took the tape flying For the honour and glory of old Waitahu! _Other Volumes in this Series._ MANNERS FOR MEN MANNERS FOR WOMEN A WORD TO WOMEN HOW TO BE PRETTY WHAT SHALL I SAY? THE BOOK OF STITCHES HEALTH EXERCISES AND HOME GYMNASTICS THE APPLAUSE RECITER RECITATIONS THE GENTLE ART OF GOOD TALKING CONCERNING MARRIAGE ATHLETICS OF TO-DAY MANNERS FOR GIRLS BEAUTY ADORNED