The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1868-02-01
Augiing for Dog.

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|. Another time we were travelling on
grounds we had NO right to tramp
over. The only excuse was like that
$of military necessity lit was better
| fishing through the farms where the
front had been preserved, than in the
omen le.e: tt7Tiiiere ali could fish.
It was, early morning. We had
risen at 8, ridden ten miles, and
struck the creek as tho trout were
ready for breakfast. Looking care
fully for sheltered place to hitch
our horses, we slyly crept on behind
fences. etc, till we reached the part
of the stream not generally fished.
A farm house stood quarter of q
mile away. We saw the morning
smoke curling lightly from q stove
pipe--saw man and two boys come
out to do chores-saw two women
busy about the door, and ferocious
bulldog wandering about the yard.
If ever we fished close. it was then.
Not whisper to disturb the birds,
or the owner of the land. We crawl
ed through the grass-dodged be-
hind clumps of elders, and lifting
large speckled beauties out of the
water till our basket was full.
This was the time to have gone;
but the trout were 80 large and bit so
readily, that we could not withstand
the strong temptation; so we decided
to string and hide what he had, and
take another basket-full. So at it
we went. No sooner would the hook
touch the water than we had trout.
We forgot the house, the man, the
boys and the dog!
Suddenly there was rushing
through an oat field, as if mad bull
was coming. We looked toward the
house, and saw the farmer and his
two boys on o fence, the women in
the door, and the bulldog bounding
toward us. We saw it alive had
been discovered. The well-treined
dog had been sent to hunt us out,
and, as the matter appeared, it WAS
safe to bet he was doing that thing
right lively.
To ontrun dog was not to be
thought Of. There was no time to
lose. He cleared o fence, came for
us just as we reached front seat on
limb above his reach.
Here was precious go! A vicious
bulldog under the tree, and far
mer and two big boys ready to move
down upon our works. It was tight,
foot-race, or fangs!
The farmer yelled to his dog.
"Watch him, Tigel"
Tige proposed to do that little
thing, and keeping his eyes on us,
seated himself 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, how
ever, you can go now! Watch him,
'lIgew
We surmised trouble-quite much;
for twice had that bold man of bull
dogs and agriculture elegantly VOL
loped innocent tourists for being seen
on his suburban premises. His repu-
tation as peace man was not good;
and there arose O large heart toward
our throat!
Time is the essence of contracts,
and the saving ordinance for those
in trouble. we had a 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 a very nice sandwich
and piece of boiled corn 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,
baited it with the corned beef, tied
the end of the line to limb, and
angled for dog!
Tige was in appetite. He smelt
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-
tenance. Not any.
When we pulled gently on the