This is a picture of the remnants of the Wayland baseball team on which Adin and I played for many years, till I threw my shoulder out of joint throwing to second base from the catcher's position where I always played. This ended my career as a baseball player. I could generally hit the ball safely (where no one was) and so was used as a pinch-hitter and fielder in a few games.

I am sitting on the floor at your right; Adin is standing at the end of the back row on your left. The whiskered gentlemen are the driver, George Young (we usually drove six miles for a game, but sometimes twelve, and once even twenty, to Geneseo where we got licked -- and no wonder after such a drive, for this was in the horse-and-buggy days, and we rode behind a team of horses in a carry all with four seats under a canopy), the "official scorer," Dick Redmon, and the catcher who took my place. Neither Merton Rosenkranz (our usual captain) nor Wiley Capron (our expert twirller of curves) is in the picture, but two recent recruits (substitutes) instead, standing behind Verne Rosenkranz at the right. Adin (a pitcher) and I, with Bert Goodnow, John Kimmel and Louis Souerbeer make up the rest of the nine.

The picture was not taken at any time while we were still playing as a team, but when we got together some time afterwards. Probably while I was working at Mt. Morris in 1889.