Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1870-06-09
Angling for a Dag.

we were traVellnS on ground we uau no
right on. The only excuse was like hat OF
a military necessity-it was far better fish
ing through the farms, where the trout had
been preserved, than in the open lots where
all could fish.
1t was early in the morning. We had
risen at three, ridden ten miles and struck
the creek as the trout were ready for break
fast. Looking carefully for a 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 not quarter of a mile away.
We saw the morning smoke curling lightly
from a stovepipe; saw q man and two boys
come out 20 do chores; saw woman busy
about the door, and a ferocious bulldog
wandering about the yard.
Ii ever we fished close it was then. Not
whisper to disturb the birds or the own
ers of the land. We crawled through the
grass and lodged behind clumps of elders,
lifting large speckled beauties out of the
water until our baskets were full.
This was the time to have gone; but the
trout were so large and bit so readily that
we decided to string and hide what We had
and take another basketful. So at 1t We
went. No sooner would the hook touch
the water than it had a trout. We forget
the house, the man, the boys the dog.
Suddenly there was rushing through an
oat field if mad bull was coming. We
looked toward the house, and saw the
farmer and his two boys on fence, the
woman m the door, and the dog bounding
toward us. We saw it alive had been
discovered The we'll trained dog had
been sent to hunt us out, and, as the mat
ter appeared, twas safe to bet that he wss
doing that thing right lively.
To outrun the dog was not to be Thought
of There was no time to lose. He clear
ed fence and came for US, just as we
reached a tree. and by great activity took
front seat on limb above his reach. Here
was precious go! A vicious bulldog un-
der the tree, and the farmer and two boys
ready to move down upon our works 1t
was fight foot race, or fangs.
The farmer yelled to his dog, "Watch
him TigeT
Tige proposed to do that little thing, and
keeping mis- eyes on us, seated himself un-
der the tree.
Then spoke this ugly farmer man: 'Just
hold on thar, stranger. till we get break
fast; then We will come and see you IL
you are in hurry, however, you can go
nowl Watch him, Tiger
We ouImlocu tIOuOlcs dultC toO lAueh, ioi
thrice had that bold man of bulldogs and
agriculture elegantly walloped innocent
tourists for being seen on his suburban
premises. His reputation as a peace man
was not good, and there arose q large heart
toward our throat.
Time is the essence of contracts, and the
saving ordinance of those in trouble. We
had stont 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 had got nice sandwich and piece
of boiled corn beef in our other pocket
We called the dog pet names, but it was
no go Then we tried to move down,
when he moved up! At last We trebled our
bass line, and fastened the limerick to 1t,
baited il with the corn beef. tied the end of
the line to limb, and angled for a dog.
Tige was in appetite. He swallowed 1t,
and sat with his eyes on us for more; but
with no friendly look beaming from his
countenance. Not any
| Then he pulled gently on the line-it
was fast Tige yanked and pulled. but
twas of no usei
We quickly slid down the tree-almost
blistering our back doing it seized our
pole, and straightway went thence some
what lively.
We found the string of fish, and reached
the buggy and commanding spot in the
road in time to see the sturdy yeomen
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 crowd engaged about the dog. We
came quickly home and kindly left the
bass line and hook to farmer.