But I shall do my best to recall the chief features of the game as they presented themselves to me from my post, first at cover-point, and (while our side was batting) from the tent and the wickets.
The first few overs were not eventful.

They rarely are.

Our men had to get used to the ground and the ball; and the batsmen chose to be exceedingly careful how they hit out at first.

In the third over a single run was made, and of course the Westfield fellows cheered as if the match were already won.

Then gradually came one or two more singles, a two, another one, a three, and then, just as the two batsmen were getting into good humour and fancying they might lay about them a little more freely, down went the first wicket amid the cheers of our fellows, and we saw the figures 12 posted up on the telegraph, as indicating the score so far standing to the credit of Westfield.
We had not long to wait for the next man in, and still less long to see him out, poor fellow! for the very first ball sent his bails flying over Steel's head, and he had to trudge back to the tent and take off his pads almost before he had got used to the feel of them on his legs.
In the over following the arrival of his successor an easy catch by point disposed of another wicket.
"This is something like!" I exclaimed to myself.