Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1868-01-25
Angling for a Don
'riok Pomcroy tells the following

| AA"o''o' ''nt' w NoiS5ttaYoliiuS ou' GROUNDS
wo had no right to tramp over The only
excuse was like that Of military necessity lit
was better fishing through far ns, where the
trout had been preserved, than ip open lots,
where all could fish.
1t was early morning. We had risen at
three, ridden ten miles, aud struck the creek
as the trout were ready for breakfast. Look
ing carefully for u sheltered plaoc to hitch our
horses, we slyly crcpt on behind fences, &C.,
till wc reached the part of tho stream not gen
orally fshcd. a farm house stood quarter
ola mile away We saw tho morning smoke
curling lightly from stove pipc-saw man
and two boys come out to do chores saw two
women busy about the door, and fcrocious
bulldog wandering about the yard
If ever we fshea close, it was then Not
a whisper to disturb tho birds, or the owners
of the land We crawlcd through the grass
lodged behind clumps Of alders, and lifting
large spccklcd beauties out Of the water till
our basket was full.
This was the time to have gone; but the
trout were so large, and bit 50 rapidly, that
VIC could not withstand the temptation, so we
decided to string aud hide what we had, and
take another basket full SO at it VIC won't.
No sooner would the hook touch the water
than wo had trout. We forgot tho house,
the man, tho boys, and the dog.
| Suddenly thcro was rushing through an
oat field, as if a mad bull were coming. We
looked toward the house, and saw the farmer
and his two boys on fence, the women IN
the door, and tho bulldog bounding towards
as. We saw it all-wo had been discovcre /.
The we'll trained dog had been sent to hunt
us out, and, as the matter appeared, it was
safe to bet he was doing that thing right live.
y.
To outrun a dog was not to be thought of.
There was no time to lose. Hc cleared the
fence, came for us just as we reached tree,
and, by great activity took "a front scat on
| limb, above his reach.
Here was q precious go A vicious bull
dog under the tree, and farmer and two big
boys ready to move down upon our works.
1t was, eight, foot.racc, or fangs !'
| The farmer yelled to his dog, " Watch him,
Tigc!'
Tigc proposed to do that little thing, aud,
keeping his eyes on US, seated himself under
the tree.
Then spoke this ugly farAer man" Just
hold on thar strangers, till We get breakfast
| then we'll come and see you If you arc in
a hurry, however, you can go now /! Watch
him, Tigc!'
We surmised troublc-quitc much for
twice had that bold man of bull dogs aud ag-
riculturc elegantly wolopcd innocent trouists
reputation as peace man was not good, and
there arose large heart toward our throat
Time is the essence Of contracts, and the
saving for those in trouble. We had stout
line in our coat- pocket, and large hook in
tended for rock bass, if We failed to take
trout; and, as good luck would have it, we
had nice sandwich and picco of boiled
corncd beef in our other pocket.
We called the dog pct names, but he wasn't
on it, Then wo tried to move down, when
he'd move up. At last we troubled our bass
line, fastened the great limerick to it, baited
it with the corncd beef, tied the end of the
inc to limb, and anglcd for dog.
.rigc was in appetite. lie smclt of the
beef; it was very nice. He swallowed it,
and sat still with his eyes on us for more, but
with no friendly look beaming from his coun-
tcnance. Not any!
Then we pulled gently on tho linc-it was
fast. Tigc yankcd and pulled, but twas no
use. The attention of tho canine was diver
ted from us--hs business was being done by
another line
We quickly slid down tho tree-coming
near blistcring our back doing itc-seizod the
basket and pole, and straight way wont thence
somewhat lively
We found ourstring of fish, and reached
the buggy and a commanding spot in the road
in time to sec the sturdy ycoman move forth.
|. We saw him and his cohorts-male and fe.
malc-movc slowly, as if in no haste. We
saw thcm look up the treo. We saw an anx-
ious group engaged about the dog We came
quickly homc and kindly left the bass line
and hook to the farmer.
Mr.. THORNTON, tho now British Minister
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