At midnight the Lowell special started on the return trip, with another special train, bearing the Jefferson team and her faithful rooters, trailing them. The celebration after the game had been glorious but pretty strenuous, and the boys were tired. They all tumbled into their berths and went promptly to sleep. Early in the morning, however, they were awakened by the noise of cheering, and looking out of the windows of the car they could see they had stopped at a station crowded with people. It was hardly six o’clock, but the platform was crowded with an enthusiastic mob, giving the Lowell yell and calling on the boys to get up and show themselves. The train pulled out before they could do this, but they got up and dressed and had an early breakfast. Then they prepared themselves for the all-day ride to the East. Presently they stopped again. A still larger crowd was at the station with the familiar green flags and banners. This time the boys went out on the platform and joined the chorus of Lowell songs and yells. So it went all day. Wherever they stopped there were cheering crowds and songs and yells. Every once in a while they called on Hughie for a speech and he would do his best in reply. It was almost the kind of a ride which the President makes on his occasional swings around the circle. Certain it is that no President ever got a more enthusiastic reception than did the Lowell boys that day. During the course of the morning when there was about an hour’s run to the next stop, Johnny Everson and Arthur Delvin found Ty Robb in the far corner writing busily. “Writing to the folks?” asked Johnny. “Don’t bother me,” said Ty, “I have an inspiration.” So they left him alone, but presently he came up to where Hughie, Larke, and Everson were sitting and talking things over, and said: “I’ve made a brief report of the game for the boys at home. I saw a peach back there at the last station, and whenever I see peaches I think of ’Gene Field’s little poem.” Then he started to sing. [Illustration: “Don’t bother me,” said Ty.] A baseball team out at Jefferson grew, A pretty good team it was they drew, Managed by Church and captained, too, It grew. It grew. Listen to this tale of woe. They challenged the team of the Emerald hue That had beaten the Eastern teams very blue; They were captained by Larke and managed by Hugh, Too true. Too true. Listen to the tale of woe. The Lowell boys came on the fast choo choo, They began to play the game at two to 2.02 And soon the trouble began to brew, Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Listen to their tale of woe. Then Tommy came along with his mind in a stew And placed to his credit a bagger-two While Larry brought Church home and Black began to rue, But they were through. Listen to their wail of woe.