the detestable morning courses, while his afternoon
courses were triumphs. In football he proved a giant and a terror, and,
in almost every form of track athletics, save for strange Berserker
rages that were sometimes displayed, he could be depended upon to win.
But his fellows were afraid to box with him, and he signalized his last
wrestling bout by sinking his teeth into the shoulder of his opponent.

After college, his father, in despair, sent him among the cow-punchers
of a Wyoming ranch. Three months later the doughty cowmen confessed he
was too much for them and telegraphed his father to come and take the
wild man away. Also, when the father arrived to take him away, the
cowmen allowed that they would vastly prefer chumming with howling
cannibals, gibbering lunatics, cavorting gorillas, grizzly bears, and
man-eating tigers than with this particular Young college product with
hair parted in the middle.

There was one exception to the lack of memory of the life of his early
self, and that was language. By some quirk of atavism, a certain portion
of that early self's language had come down to him as a racial memory.
In moments of happiness, exaltation, or battle, he was prone to burst
out in wild barbaric songs or chants. It was by this means that he
located in time and space that strayed half of him who should have been
dead and dust for thousands of years. He sang, once, and deliberately,
several of the ancient chants in the presence of Professor Wertz, who
gave courses in old Saxon and who was a philogist of repute and passion.
At the first one, the professor pricked up his ears and demanded to
know what mongrel tongue or hog-German it was. When the second chant was
rendered, the professor was highly excited. James Ward then concluded
the performance by giving a song that always irresistibly rushed to his
lips when he was engaged in fierce struggling or fighting. Then it was
that Professor Wertz proclaimed it no hog-German, but early German, or
early Teuton, of a date that must far precede anything that had ever
been discovered and handed down by the scholars. So early was it that
it was beyond him; yet it was filled with haunting reminiscences of
word-forms he knew and which his trained intuition told him were true
and real. He demanded the source of the songs, and asked to borrow the
precious book that contained them. Also, he demanded to know why
young Ward had always posed as being profoundly ignorant of the G