A Ball Player's Career. Adrian Constantine Anson
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Adrian Constantine Anson
A Ball Player's Career
Being the Personal Experiences and Reminiscensces of Adrian C. Anson
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664613646
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. MY BIRTHPLACE AND ANCESTRY.
CHAPTER II. BOYHOOD DAYS AND MEMORIES.
CHAPTER III. SOME FACTS ABOUT THE NATIONAL GAME.
CHAPTER IV. FURTHER FACTS AND FIGURES.
CHAPTER V. THE GAME AT MARSHALLTOWN.
CHAPTER VI. MY EXPERIENCE AT ROCKFORD.
CHAPTER VII. WITH THE ATHLETICS OF PHILADELPHIA.
CHAPTER VIII. SOME MINOR DIVERSIONS.
CHAPTER IX. WE BALL PLAYERS GO ABROAD.
CHAPTER X. THE ARGONAUTS OF 1874.
CHAPTER XI. I WIN ONE PRIZE AND OTHERS FOLLOW.
CHAPTER XII. WITH THE NATIONAL LEAGUE.
CHAPTER XIII. FROM FOURTH PLACE TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP.
CHAPTER XIV. THE CHAMPIONS OF THE EARLY EIGHTIES.
CHAPTER XV. WE FALL DOWN AND CLIMB AGAIN.
CHAPTER XVI. BALL-PLAYERS EACH AND EVERY ONE.
CHAPTER XVII. WHILE FORTUNE FROWNS AND SMILES.
CHAPTER XVIII. FROM CHICAGO TO DENVER.
CHAPTER XIX. FROM DENVER TO SAN FRANCISCO.
CHAPTER XX. TWO WEEKS IN CALIFORNIA.
CHAPTER XXI. WE VISIT THE HAWAIIAN ISLANDS.
CHAPTER XXII. FROM HONOLULU TO AUSTRALIA.
CHAPTER XXIII. WITH OUR FRIENDS IN THE ANTIPODES.
CHAPTER XXIV. BASEBALL PLAYING AND SIGHTSEEING IN AUSTRALIA.
CHAPTER XXV. AFLOAT ON THE INDIAN SEA.
CHAPTER XXVI. FROM CEYLON TO EGYPT.
CHAPTER XXVII. IN THE SHADOW OF THE PYRAMIDS.
CHAPTER XXVIII. UNDER THE BLUE SKIES OF ITALY.
CHAPTER XXIX. OUR VISIT TO LA BELLE FRANCE.
CHAPTER XXX. THROUGH ENGLAND, SCOTLAND AND IRELAND.
CHAPTER XXXI. "HOME, SWEET HOME."
CHAPTER XXXII. THE REVOLT OF THE BROTHERHOOD.
CHAPTER XXXIII. MY LAST YEARS ON THE BALL FIELD.
CHAPTER XXXIV. IF THIS BE TREASON, MAKE THE MOST OF IT.
CHAPTER XXXV. HOW MY WINTERS WERE SPENT.
CHAPTER XXXVI. WITH THE KNIGHTS OF THE CUE.
CHAPTER XXXVII. NOT DEAD, BUT SLEEPING.
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