Read this stanza of the poem Toby at the Bat and look at the illustration.
"Do not fear, Casey," Toby said, then softly grinned.
"I'll pinch hit for you, friend, and drive those two runs in."
Casey, relieved and happy, strode back towards the stands.
Toby thought of all of his stories, of all those distant lands.
Toby thought of Iroquois legends, of the great Niagara Falls,
Of harvesting with ancient tools, of ancient castle walls.
He knew that driving in those last two runs would surely save the day.
That one good swat at the hurtling leather would put the game away.
Select words or phrases from the text that support the mood of the illustration.