on with their songs and cheers. He would fight for old Oregon and for the state he loved. So he struck up the well remembered college song and sang it to the very end. For the rest of the race the chorus was his battle song and he sang it again and again. He sang it when every muscle in his body ached and it seemed that his heart must burst with fatigue.
There's a pretty little village in a valley in the west;
Past the village winds a river, fed by snows on mountain's crest.
Near its banks there stands a college, full of dignity and fame,
And the Varsity of Oregon's the institution's name.
Oregon's the varsity, the only one.
It takes you as a freshman in, and changes all except your skin,
Then takes you kindly by the fin and turns you out in life to win.
Oh, Oregon! Oh, Oregon!
Past the village winds a river, fed by snows on mountain's crest.
Near its banks there stands a college, full of dignity and fame,
And the Varsity of Oregon's the institution's name.
Oregon's the varsity, the only one.
It takes you as a freshman in, and changes all except your skin,
Then takes you kindly by the fin and turns you out in life to win.
Oh, Oregon! Oh, Oregon!
Five miles from Forest, Yukon Harry and Buck Wellington came to grips. These two teams which had been driven to the limit, although the race was still young,
