The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1868-01-16
ANGLING FOR Dos.

ANGLING FOEs Dos.
"Brick" Pomeroy tells the following
good ''dorg'' story
Another time we were travelling on
grounds we had no right to tramp over
The only excuse was like that Of military
necessity--it was better fishing through
the farms where the trout had been pres
served than in the open lots where all could
fish.
1t was early in :he rnorniug. We had
risen at 3, ridden ten miles, and struck
the creek as the trout were ready for
breakfast. Looking carefully for shell
tered place to hitch our horses, we slyly
| crept on behind fences, ETC., till we reach
ed the part of the stream not generally
fished A farm house stood a quarter of
mile away. We saw the morning
smoke curling lightly from a stovepipe;
saw a man and two boys come to 30
chores saw women busy about the door,
and ferocious bull dog wandering about
the yard.
If ever we fshed close, it waa then
not Whisper TO disturb the birds or the
owners of the land. We crawled through
the grass aud lodged behind clumps of
alders, lifting large speckled beauties out
of the water till our baskets were full.
This was the time to have gone but
the trout were SO large and bit so readily,
that we could not Withstand the tempta-
ton, so we decided to string and hide
what we had, and take another basket
full. So at it we went. No sooner
would the hook touch the water than we
had q trout. We forgot the house, the
man, The boys and the dog
Suddenly there was rushing through
! an oat field as if mad bull were coming
We looked toward the house, and saw
the farmer and his two boys on a fence,
the woman in the door, and the bull dog
bounding toward Us. We saw it alive
had been discovered. TIE well-trained
dog had been sent to hunt US out, and rs
the matter appeared, it was safe TO bet he
was doing that thing right Lively!
To out run a dog was not to be
thought of. There was no time to lose
He cleared fence and came for us Just
as we reached a tree and, by great ac-
tivity, took front seat on a limb above
his reach.
Here WAS g precious go! A vicious
bull dog under the tree, and farmer and
two big boys ready TO move down upon
our works. 1t was fight, fOot-race or
fangs!
The farmer yelled to his dog-''Watch
him, Tige !''
Tige proposed to do that little thing,
and keeping his eyes on US, seated him
self under the tree.
Then spoke this ugly farmer man
"Just hold on thar, stranger, till we get
breakfast; then we'll come and see you
If you are in hurry, however, you can
go now! Watch him, Tige!"
We surmised trouble quite much
for twice had that bold man of bull dogs
and agriculture elegantly wo!lopped in~
nocent trcutists for being seen on his
suburban premises. His reputation as a
peace man was not good, and there arose
large heart toward our throat!
Time is the essence Of contracts, and
the saving ordinance for those in trouble.
We had stout line in our pocket, and
large hook intended for rock bass. if we
failed to take trout And, as good luck
would have it, we got a nice sandwich
and piece of boiled corned beef in our
other pocket.
We called the dog pet names, but he
wasn't on it Then we tried to move
down-when he'd move up! At last we
trebled our bass line, fastened the great
limerick to it, bated it with the corned
beef, tied the end of the line to a limb
and angled for dog
Tige was in appetite. He smelt of the
beef it was very nice. He swallowed
II, and sat with his eyes on US for more,
but with no friendly look beaming from
his contenance. Not any
Then we pulled gently on the line--it
was fast Tige yanked and pulled, but
twas no use The attention of canine
was diverted from us-his business was
being done by another line
We quickly slid down the tree-com-
ing near blistering our back doing it
seized our pole, and straightway went
thence somewhat lively.
We found our string of fish. and reach~
ed the buggy and commanding spot in
the road in time to see the sturdy yoeman
move forth
We saw him and his cohorts, male and
female, move slowly, as if in no haste
We saw them look up the tree. We saw
an anxious group engaged about the dog.
We came quickly home, and kindly left
the bass line and hook to the farmer.
Cranberry wine, taken internally and