Cinder Path Tales

46 CINDER-PATH TALES old or young, to distinguishhimself. Beside the regular sprints, runs, jumps, and weight contests, therewere "sack," "wheelbarrow," "potato," and "three-legged" races, all op­ portunities for great laughterand applause. I sent Mac back to the hotel when we learned that the "hammer-throw" was the very last event, and only sent for him when the afternoon had nearly dragged itself out. The last casts were then being made at "tossing the caber," which, being the most characteristic Caledonian game of all, had a most formidable list. Indeed, Angus was much disappointed that he had not entered, in which feeling I did not at all join, for I wanted him to save all his strength. I remember now a little bandy-legged fellow in a crazy-looking kilt who struggled with the heavy log,which he could scarcely lift, let alone toss. He turned to me after a superhuman effort, his face aglowwith pride and exertion, and remarked breathlessly, " Rinnin's weel eneugh for laddies ; thot's the sport ofa mon." The "hammer-throw" had been left for the last, as I was informed, because none would leave untilit was over, thus ensuring a full attendance until the end. The reason the "hammer-throw" was so popular was because there wasmore money on it than all