Their ranks depleted, the Scouts took to the road again this Sunday last to do battle with another stout side residing across the Cumberland ridge, the Lookout Club of Chattanooga, at the famed Cavalry Grounds. Having suffered a single defeat this season, the Lookouts had earned their lofty stature within the league as a formidable club who wielded fearsome willows and showed grand play afield. So the short-handed Sam Davis Bunch approached the contest in a grim frame of mind, one akin to that of the outnumbered English soldiers on the brink of combat at the famed battle of Agincourt in 1415. Drawing inspiration from those “happy few,” however, the Scouts recorded a victory that was every bit as unlikely and almost as impressive, marking this day, the 6th of August, as cause for their own version of the Crispian’s Day feast.
Winning the toss, the Scouts took to the pitch and promptly yielded three tallies to their hosts. However, across the rest of their innings the Lookout Club’s most formidable salvos were gathered by well-placed Scouts in the deep pastures. Also benefiting from some fine play about the sacks, the Sam Davis nine were, for the most part, able to prevent the locals from registering additional aces. And for their own part, the Scouts answered the early rally with a pair of aces in the first frame and with single tallies across the contest’s middle stages. A timely trio of aces in the 8th frame helped to establish the final margin of victory—9 for the Scouts, and 5 for the Lookouts.
In the glow of victory the Scouts took to the shady peripheries of the Cavalry Grounds to raise “flowing cups” and to recount deeds “freshly remember’d.” Joined by their gracious hosts, all found occasion to show their scars of combat–the sore limbs, aching hands, and empurpled digits that distinguish the battle-tested ballist. Here the Scouts were heard to remark amongst themselves that the successful result was achieved by virtue of efforts by the entire side. Even so, all were likewise in agreement that the Chief had earned the game ball for the victors by virtue of his timely gathering of well-struck onions about the keystone sack. Meanwhile, the Lightfoot, gentlemanly in defeat, joined other assembled denizens of the Cavalry grounds to offer congratulations and to enjoy the day’s second match.
Thus will the Scouts “remember with advantages what feats they did this day,” a day when they took to the field, wielded their willows, and gathered their onions admirably in order to emerge triumphant against such formidable opposition. Here it is worthwhile to mention their names and credit their contributions on this grand day for the Sons of Sam Davis: the Elder, Tick-Tock, and Long Shanks, whose stellar play in the outer pastures kept the opposition in check; Jessie and Corn Bread, whose fine hurling kept the Lookout batsmen at bay; Bunyan and Skeeter, whose stout duty behind the dish held the tenor in this march to victory; and the Scotsman, Bumpy, Brass, and especially the Chief, whose grand efforts in the infield enabled the Scouts to avoid the costly big inning.
Realists to the man, however, the Scouts will do well not to rest on their laurels. For in two weeks hence the side engages once again with their old rivals, the Nashville Maroons. That challenge, always daunting, will be made even more so because it will be played on the unfamiliar grounds of the Rippavilla plantation. So even as the campaign reaches its final weeks the Scouts’ meanderings continue, and they will need once again to be in their finest form to take on this imposing side. Those who have a desire to attend this event should expect a most spirited contest and are urged, as always, to bring a chair or a blanket for their own comfort and victuals and libations for their nourishment.