Art of putting

IO
the
hole.
Examining
the
putt,
I
noticed
that
half
way
between
my
ball
and
the
hole
was
a
little
bit
of
yarrow
weed,
like
the
top
of
a
carrot,
a
sort
of
hard
grub.
It
was
on
the
exact
line,
and
the
only
chance
of
holing
the
putt
with
the
yarrow
weed
there
was
to
skim
over
it
with
the
putter
laid
back
a
little,
and
play
firm
at
the
back
of
the
hole.
I
could
have
done
it
all
right,
but
I
just
said
to
Fiery,
my
old
caddie,
"
I
have
two
to
tie
for
the
champion-
ship:
I
will
make
sure
of
the
tie,
and
we
will
have
a
fine
match
for
it
the
morn."
I
did
not
want
to
be
second
;
it
was
a
case
of
first
or
nowhere,
so
far
as
I
was
concerned,
and
I
would
have
revelled
in
playing
off
a
tie,
I
can
assure
you
on
that
point,
for
I
was
playing
as
I
wanted
to
play.
There
was
the
outside
chance
that,
if
I
did
bolt
the
ball
at
the
hole
in
order
that
its
course
should
not
be
deflected
by
the
yarrow
weed,
its
speed
would
jump
the
back
of
the
hole
and
leave
me
a
longer
putt,
as
the
green
was
very
dry.
So
I
made
dead
certain
of
the
four
and,
as
I
thought,
the
tie.
The
ball
actually
dribbled
round
and
lay
on
the
very
edge
of
the
hole.
I
got
my
four,
only
to
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