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Title: Spring Hill Review Jan - June 1907
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Spring Hill College
Subjects: SHC Student Literary Publications
Publisher: Spring Hill College: A private Catholic College of Liberal Arts
Contributing Library: Spring Hill College, John & Marnie Burke Memorial Library
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emits a hollow, moaning sound.Obedient to the Spartans skilful care,It rushes whistling through th opposing air ;Then , as a shell of blazing powder thrownHigh in mid air, when rapid is has flown,Describes a curving parabola there,So turns the ball its bending course and fair,It falls, and far beyond the Theban base,With many a bound it stops its headlong race.Thus in the wold, by hunters arrow stuck,High bounds in air the branch-adorned buck,Some hundred yards with many a leap it fliesThen drained of blood, with tearful eyelids dies. The victor Spartans loudly cheer the game, Extoll to heaven Ariminius glorious name; The Theben warriors mournful hang their heads, And sigh t enshroud their shame in drowsy beds. The Spartan hero bears the victors prize A gorgeous football of prodigious size. With dexterous kick he speeds the ball on high, With many groans it dares the glaring sky— Then seek the feast, the friendly foemen all With three hurrahs for Spartan skill at ball! J. Augustin.
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Ji**/- THE SPRING HILL REVIEW ^9 THE GUIDING HAND. Thirty miles west of the city of M—, in North Carolina,a picturesque log cabin was the only sign of human existencefor miles around. A few yards to the left of the hut rushedthe French Broad on its winding course; now squeezing be-tween lofty mountains, now throwing its waters over dizzyheights, and then spreading out to flow quietly and peacefullyon its silvery way. On the right a rocky path wound its wayfor a short distance and was lost in the thicket of cone-shapedcedars and herculean oaks. The hut was a model of neatness and rest. The ownersof this out-of-the-way cabin were rough mountaineers. Al-though they possessed a wild appearance such as would startlea lone traveler, their characters merited none of the arousedsuspicions. No religion but that of honesty and hospitality governedthe household, consisting of a man, his wife and child, and alifelong friend. Each of these men had sworn when boys tocling to the other for better

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