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At about six I heard the clatter of horses feet on the street and looking out saw a large coach stop at the Whitneys amidst cheers and hurrahs.

Harry's voice sounded above them all, but they all were so hearty that their voices must have been broken or very nearly so that night.

They piled off the coach and walked up to the inviting looking door.

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The house was all lit up and a warm reception seemed to be awaiting them.

I knew almost the moment the game was over that Yale had won and I was about as glad as I could have been.

About ten minutes later another coach arrived. This time it was Bill's and we rushed to the window to see the fellows unload and listen to their hearty cheers. After cheering at the large flag which hung above
the front door, they all