Sporting notions of present days and past

waiting for you to do what you are asked. Are
you to study the bowler and his scouts or your
own feelings in the matter, and hook the ball
round to the on? An awful pull, they call it.
The runs you get by it all count, and, besides, it
isn't an easy stroke for everyone to make. I
wonder which of the two was the more powerful
—A. N. Hornby, who looked about three stone
lighter than he was, or the Kent amateur? Mr
Absolom might have made a Cinquevalli had his
fancy run to practising sufficiently, for he had
the knack of juggling with weighty articles, and
enormous strength in his hands and fingers.
Going on memory, I think I may quote as
quite the most wonderful piece of fielding I ever
witnessed a catch A. P. Lucas made in a game
at the Oval by which he put the giant Bonnor
out. That tremendous specimen of humanity
was, as all know or remember, a mighty smiter,
and got a tremendous power of wood on a ball.
I can see, as I pen this Notion, Bonnor the Big
at the gasometer end opening his shoulders—
whatever that may mean—finding just the right
ball to "clump," as the Yorkshiremen say, and
landing on it as one does with a right sort of
drive, whether with bat on ball or fist on an
opponent's head. All the power goes into the
stroke; the ball does not seem to have a feather's
weight, but it goes just like the other man does
—as if he weighed nothing at all, while his feet
come up before his head seems to come down.
You may watch fighting with the raw 'uns or
gloves for years and not see a genuine knock-
down blow when the receiver is sent over without
possible chance of saving himself by staggering.
As he is struck so he falls. Well, Bonnor did