The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-08-26
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Fishing club and went 10 FISH creek on
a Fish-nic. They elected President,
ga Secretary, good at pen and ink
And Treasurer to keep the chink,"
and supplied themselves, with tent,
camp equipage, fish Inns and two
gallon jug of bait. The party, COM
posed of Ike and Jake, two Jees, and
Fred and Dave, and Bob, and Ed, two
Bills and John, and we don't know how
many more, had glorious time, the
particulars whereof-"lo, they are writ
ten in book"
One day the Secretary was fishing
with all his might, determined to catch
more bass than any other man that ever
did fish. He picked out the incest min
ME, and fixed it in the incest manner
on the incest hook on the incest line in
the whole party. He sat long and anx-
iously waiting for a bite and getting
nary one. Disguised he caught large
green frog and put him on his hook,
sure that there was not a well-bred fish
in all that creek that wouldn't bite at
that frog. He threw him out into the
stream and awaited the result. AS 1t
was getting towards afternoon, he would
occasionally look at the sun through a
pocket telescope he had. This telescope
was made entirely of glass and was
smaller at the upper end than at the
lower, and had piece of cork in the
smaller end to keep light out of it,
for it is popularity of these telescopes
that if they be uncorked too long at a
time, or too often, the light passing
through the glass of which they are
composed passes into the person using
them. Hence the term eight headed"
as applied to philosophers who look at
the sun, through one of them, too often
With sublime patience the Secretary
waited for bite and looked at the de-
Ginning sun. Some of the party coming
down the bank just before dusk saw a
splendid green frog sitting under a log
on the bank. Sneaking down he got a
hook under Mr.. Frogs throat and made
him a prisoner. Just then the Secretary
discovered he had bite. Pulling in
his line with all his might, he discovered
that his bait had swan out and had
been sitting contentedly on tho shore
until the other fshist had captured
him. For this breach of discipline
ceurt-martial was convened and the
luckless scribe was sentenced to be
ducked. The sentence was carried out
with a will. The executioners take
him by the back of the neck and by the
"One, two, three"
and away he flies out into the middle
of the creek, and it is only by promising
all sorts of amendment that he is suf-
fered to remain on terra frma. His
natural dislike to water was so height
ened by his ducking that he hasn't
touched it since.
And so the time passed in fishing,
dancing, playing jokes, sham prize
fighting and frolicing. There was
joke played on one of the party worth
retailing:
On certain Friday, one of the men
killed an immense black snake, which
he brought into camp with him, and
placed it in the road where any person
passing was sure to see it. One of the
men had holy horror of snakes, con-
sidering them his natural foes. He was
out blackberrying when the snake was
placed in position, and, of course, knew
nothing of its proximity to the camp.
Coming down the path, swinging the
kettle he had in his hands and singing
in an artistic style the opera of Captain
links, he nearly stepped on the dead
snake before he saw it. Jumping about
twenty feet, he dropped his kettle and
berries, and with his hair standing on
end he broke for the tent. "Gim'me a
gun, quick" he shouted; "gim'me a
gun. Here's black snake, sixty feet
long, crawling down into camp" A
gun was handed him. Although it was
already loaded, in his excitement he
loaded it up again, putting in powder
enough for six-pounder cannon. eau
tiously he moved through the bushes,
until within few feet of the dead
snake, when he raised his gun and fired.
There was roar like clap of thunder
on summer night, shrek of agony
and series of summersaults that would
have done honor to any circus performer
in the world. The snake was blown
into thousand pieces. A shout of
laughter greeted the snake slayer's per-
formance, and he fairly boiled when in
formed that the reptile he killed was
already dead.
After two weeks of unalloyed jollity
the party returned home in good health
and spirits, and many quiet joke is
passed with the great ribbons of red
iron, as they go from one set of rollers
to another, or as the iron is made into
nails, by the Belmont Fishing Club.
70 Remember that Philip Phillips
sings in 4th street NJ. f. Church Friday
evening.
~ Louis Blond has received fine
assortment of the spring styles OF
Lasting Balmorals and Lasting Button
Caters.
e Very handsome Satin Damask
Table Linens and Napkins at Rhodes.
STATE HOUSE COMPANY INCoRPoR-
ArED.-The certificate of incorporation
OF the State House Company was depos-
tied in the Secretary of States office