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1
sickly
there
silence
And
then
So
For
upon
eternal
springs
patrons
breast
The
Outlook
wasn't
brilliant
for
the
Mudville
nine
that
day
:
The
score
stood
four
to
two
,
with
but
one
inning
more
to
play
.
when
Cooney
died
at
first
,
and
Barrows
did
the
same
,
A
fell
upon
the
of
the
game
.
A
straggling
few
got
up
to
go
in
deep
despair
.
The
rest
Clung
to
that
hope
which
in
the
human
;
They
thought
,
if
only
Casey
could
get
but
a
whack
at
that
-
We'd
put
up
even
money
,
now
,
with
Casey
at
the
bat
.
But
Flynn
preceded
Casey
,
as
did
also
Jimmy
Blake
,
And
the
former
was
a
lulu
and
the
latter
was
a
cake
;
that
stricken
multitude
grim
melancholy
sat
,
seemed
but
little
chance
of
Casey's
getting
to
the
bat
.
2
dell
the
recoiled
And
ball
smile
knocked
tore
rumbled
cover
valley
when
off
doffed
to
rattled
Casey's
flat
mountain
face
wonderment
But
Flynn
let
drive
a
single
,
of
all
,
And
Blake
,
the
much
despis
-
ed
,
the
the
;
the
dust
had
lifted
,
and
the
men
saw
what
had
occurred
,
There
was
Johnnie
safe
at
second
and
Flynn
a
-
hugging
third
.
Then
from
5
,
000
throats
and
more
there
rose
a
lusty
yell
;
It
through
the
,
it
in
the
;
It
upon
the
and
upon
the
,
For
Casey
,
mighty
Casey
,
was
advancing
to
the
bat
.
There
was
ease
in
Casey's
manner
as
he
stepped
into
his
place
;
There
was
pride
in
Casey's
bearing
and
a
on
.
And
when
,
responding
to
the
cheers
,
he
lightly
his
hat
,
No
stranger
in
the
crowd
could
doubt
'twas
Casey
at
the
bat
.
3
the
grandeur
From
there
leather
Like
the
by
sped
unheeded
gleamed
Close
Defiance
covered
hurtling
haughty
Ten
thousand
eyes
were
on
him
as
he
rubbed
his
hands
with
dirt
;
Five
thousand
tongues
applauded
when
he
wiped
them
on
his
shirt
.
Then
while
the
writhing
pitcher
ground
the
ball
into
his
hip
,
in
Casey's
eye
,
a
sneer
curled
Casey's
lip
.
And
now
the
-
sphere
came
through
the
air
,
And
Casey
stood
a
-
watching
it
in
.
the
sturdy
batsman
the
ball
-
"
That
ain't
my
style
,
"
said
Casey
.
"
Strike
one
,
"
the
umpire
said
.
benches
,
black
with
people
,
there
went
up
a
muffled
roar
,
beating
of
the
storm
-
waves
on
a
stern
and
distant
shore
.
"
Kill
him
!
Kill
the
umpire
!
"
shouted
someone
on
the
stand
;
And
its
likely
they'd
a
-
killed
him
had
not
Casey
raised
his
hand
.
4
lip
clenched
spheroid
bade
scornful
tumult
stilled
He
shone
With
charity
visage
a
smile
of
Christian
great
Casey's
;
the
rising
;
he
the
game
go
on
;
He
signaled
to
the
pitcher
,
and
once
more
the
flew
;
But
Casey
still
ignored
it
,
and
the
umpire
said
,
"
Strike
two
.
"
"
Fraud
!
"
cried
the
maddened
thousands
,
and
echo
answered
fraud
;
But
one
look
from
Casey
and
the
audience
was
awed
.
They
saw
his
face
grow
stern
and
cold
,
they
saw
his
muscles
strain
,
And
they
knew
that
Casey
wouldn't
let
that
ball
go
by
again
.
The
sneer
is
gone
from
Casey's
,
his
teeth
are
in
hate
;
He
pounds
with
cruel
violence
his
bat
upon
the
plate
.
And
now
the
pitcher
holds
the
ball
,
and
now
he
lets
it
go
,
And
now
the
air
is
shattered
by
the
force
of
Casey's
blow
.
Oh
,
somewhere
in
this
favored
land
the
sun
is
shining
bright
;
The
band
is
playing
somewhere
,
and
somewhere
hearts
are
light
,
And
somewhere
men
are
laughing
,
and
somewhere
children
shout
;
But
there
is
no
joy
in
Mudville
-
mighty
Casey
has
struck
out
.
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