even that of no importance.

All life was insignificant beside something that was about to happen; before the gaze of that white dazzling cloud be felt that he stood, a little pigmy, alone on a brown spreading field.
The game was up at the University end.

The Dublin men were pressing and the Cambridge forwards seemed to have lost their heads.

It was a case now of "scrum," lining out, and "scrum" again.

The Cambridge men got the ball, kept it between their heels and tried, desperately to wheel with it and carry it along with them.