"You did that with your arms only," said Cameron. "Now you must put legs
and shoulders into it."
"Let's see you beat that throw yourself," laughed Perkins, who was by no
means pleased with the sudden distinction that had come to the "Scotty."
Cameron took the hammer and, with the easy slow grace of the Braemar
swing, made his throw.
"Hooray!" yelled Danny, who was doing the measuring. "You got it yon
time for sure. Three paces to the good. You'll have to put your back
into it, Mack, I guess."
Once more Mack seized the hammer. Then Cameron took Mack in hand and,
over and over again, coached him in the poise and swing.
"Now try it, and think of your legs and back. Let the hammer take care
of itself. Now, nice and easy and slow, not far this time."
Again and again Mack practised the swing.
"You're getting it!" cried Cameron enthusiastically, "but you are trying
too hard. Forget the distance this time and think only of the easy slow
swing. Let your muscles go slack." So he coached his pupil.
At length, after many attempts, Mack succeeded in delivering his hammer
according to instructions.
"Man! you are right!" he exclaimed. "That's the trick of it and it is as
smooth as oil."
"Keep it up, Mack," said Cameron, "and always easy."
Over and over again he put the big man through the swing till he began
to catch the notion of the rhythmic, harmonious cooperation of the
various muscles in legs and shoulders and arms so necessary to the
highest result.
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