A Ball Player's Career - Being the Personal Experiences and Reminiscensces of Adrian C. Anson

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The Project Gutenberg eBook, A Ball Player's Career, by Adrian C. Anson This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: A Ball Player's Career Being the Personal Experiences and Reminiscensces of Adrian C. Anson Author: Adrian C. Anson Release Date: October 28, 2006 [eBook #19652] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A BALL PLAYER'S CAREER*** E-text prepared by Jerry Kuntz as part of the Lawson's Progress Project, http://www.lawsonsprogress.com A BALL PLAYER'S CAREER Being the PERSONAL EXPERIENCES AND REMINISCENCES of ADRIAN C. ANSON Late Manager and Captain of the Chicago Base Ball Club 1900 To My Father Henry Anson of Marshalltown, Iowa, to whose early training and sound advice I owe my fame CONTENTS CHAP. I.—MY BIRTHPLACE AND ANCESTRY . II.—DAYS AT MARSHALLTOWN III.—SOME FACTS ABOUT THE NATIONAL GAME IV.—FURTHER FACTS AND FIGURES V.—THE GAME AT MARSHALLTOWN VI.—My EXPERIENCE AT ROCKFORD VII.-WITH THE ATHLETICS OF PHILADELPHIA VIII.—SOME MINOR DIVERSIONS IX.—WE BALL PLAYERS GO ABROAD X.—THE ARGONAUTS OF 1874 XI.—I WIN ONE PRIZE AND OTHERS FOLLOW XII.—WITH THE NATIONAL LEAGUE XIII.—FROM FOURTH PLACE TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP XIV.—THE CHAMPIONS OF THE EARLY '80S XV.—WE FALL DOWN AND RISE AGAIN XVI.—BALL PLAYERS EACH AND EVERY ONE XVII.—WHILE FORTUNE FROWNS AND SMILES XVIII.—FROM CHICAGO TO DENVER XIX.—FROM DENVER TO SAN FRANCISCO XX.—TWO WEEKS IN CALIFORNIA XXI.—WE VISIT THE HAWAIIAN ISLANDS XXII.—FROM HONOLULU TO AUSTRALIA XXIII.—WITH OUR FRIENDS IN THE ANTIPODES XXIV.—BALL PLAYING AND SIGHT-SEEING IN AUSTRALIA XXV.-AFLOAT ON THE INDIAN SEA XXVI.—FROM CEYLON TO EGYPT XXVII.-IN THE SHADOW OF THE PYRAMIDS XXVIII.-THE BLUE SKIES OF ITALY XXIX.—OUR VISIT TO LA BELLE FRANCE XXX.-THROUGH ENGLAND, SCOTLAND AND IRELAND XXXI.—"HOME, SWEET HOME" XXXII.-THE REVOLT OF THE BROTHERHOOD XXXIII.-MY LAST YEARS ON THE BALL FIELD XXXIV.-IF THIS BE TREASON, MAKE THE MOST OF IT XXXV.—HOW MY WINTERS WERE SPENT XXXVI-WITH THE KNIGHTS OF THE CUE XXXVII-NOT DEAD, BUT SLEEPING XXXVIII.—L'ENVOI CHAPTER I. MY BIRTHPLACE AND ANCESTRY. The town of Marshalltown, the county seat of Marshall County, in the great State of Iowa, is now a handsome and flourishing place of some thirteen or fourteen thousand inhabitants. I have not had time recently to take the census myself, and so I cannot be expected to certify exactly as to how many men, women and children are contained within the corporate limits. At the time that I first appeared upon the scene, however, the town was in a decidedly embryonic state, and outside of some half-dozen white families that had squatted there it boasted of no inhabitants save Indians of the Pottawattamie tribe, whose wigwams, or tepees, were scattered here and there upon the prairie and along the banks of the river that then, as now, was not navigable for anything much larger than a flat-bottomed scow. The first log cabin that was erected in Marshalltown was built by my father, Henry Anson, who is still living, a hale and hearty old man, whose only trouble seems to be, according to his own story, that he is getting too fleshy, and that he finds it more difficult to get about than he used to. He and his father, Warren Anson, his grandfather, Jonathan Anson, and his great-grandfather, Silas Anson, were all born in Dutchess County, New York, and were direct descendants of one of two brothers, who came to this country from England some time in the seventeenth century. They traced their lineage back to William Anson, Esq., of Lincoln's Inn, an eminent barrister in the reign of James I, who purchased the Mansion of Shuzsborough, in the county of Stafford, and, even farther back, to Lord Anson, a high Admiral of the English navy, who was one of the first of that daring band of sailors who circumnavigated the globe and helped to lay the foundation of England's present greatness. I have said that we were direct descendants of one of two brothers. The other of the original Ansons I am not so proud of, and for this reason: He retained the family name until the Revolutionary war broke out, when he sided with the King and became known as a Tory. Then, not wishing to bear the same name as his, brother, who had espoused the cause of the Colonists, he changed his name to Austin, and some of his descendants my father has met on more than one occasion in his travels. My mother's maiden name was Jeanette Rice, and she, like my father, was of English descent, so you can see how little Swedish blood there is in my veins, in spite of the nickname of "the Swede" that was often applied to me during my ball-playing career, and which was, I fancy, given me more because of my light hair and ruddy complexion than because of any Swedish characteristics that I possessed. Early in life my father emigrated from New York State into the wilds of Michigan, and later, after he was married, and while he was but nineteen years of age, and his wife two years his junior, he started out to find a home in the West, traveling in one of the old-fashioned prairie schooners drawn by horses and making his first stop of any account on the banks of the Cedar River in Iowa. This was in the high-water days of 1851, and as the river overflowed its banks and the waters kept rising higher and higher my father concluded that it was hardly a desirable place near which to locate a home, and hitching up his team he saddled a horse and swam the stream, going on to the westward. He finally homesteaded a tract of land on the site of the present town of Marshalltown, which he laid out, and to which he gave the name that it now bears. This, for a time, was known as "Marshall," it being named after the town of Marshall in Michigan, but when a post-office was applied for it was discovered that there was already a post-office of that same name in the State, and so the word "town" was added, and Marshalltown it became, the names of Anson, Ansontown and Ansonville having all been thought of and rejected. Had the name of "Ansonia" occurred at that time to my father's mind, however, I do not think that either Marshall or Marshalltown would have been its title on the map. It was not so very long after the completion of my father's log cabin, which stood on what is now Marshalltown's main

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