The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1870-06-02
Angling for a Dog.

We were travelling on ground we had
no right on. The only excuse was like
that of the military necessity-it was tar
better fishing through the farms, where
the trout had been preserved, than III 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
breakfast. Looking carefully for shell
tered place to hitch our horses, we slyiy
crept on behind fences, ETC., till we reach
ed the part Of the stream not generally
fshed 4 farm house stood not quar-
fer of a mile away. We saw the morning
smoke curling lightly from stovepipe !;
saw man and two boys come out to do
chores: saw woman busy about the
door. and a ferocious bulldog wandering
about the yard
If ever we fshed close it was them
Not whisper to disturbc the birds or
the owners of the land. We crawled
Through the grass and lodged behind
clumps of elders. lifting large speckled
teauties out OF the water until our bask-
cts 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 it we went. No sooner would the hook
touch the water than it had trout We
forgot the house, the man, the boys, the
dog. Suddenly there was a rushing
through an oat field as Il mad bull was
coming. We looked toward the house,
and saw the farmer and his two boys on
a fence, the woman IN the door, and the
dec bounding toward US. We saw 1t all
we had been discovered. The well
trained dog had been sent to hunt US out.
and, as the matter appeared, 1t was safe
IL bet that he was DONG that thing right
lively.
To outrun the dog was not to be though
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
f, ont seat on limb above his reach.
Here was precious go! y vicious bull
dog under the tree. and the farmer and
two boys ready to move down upon our
works. It was fight. foot race, or fangs-
The farmer yelled to his dog, Watch
him Tige =
<Tee 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 OF thar, stranger, till we get
breakfast; then we will come and see you.
IF YOU are in a hurry, however, you can
go,ow! Watch him Tige
We surmlsed trouble quite too much,
for thrice had that bold man of bulldogs
and agriculture elegantly walioped limo
cent tourists for being seen on has sub
urban premises. His reputation as a
mi fharfa
large heart toward our throat.
Tine is the essence OF contracts, and
the ,aving ordinances Of those in trouble.
We had stout line in our pocket, and
large hook intended for rock bass, If we
failed 70 take trout. And as good luck
would have it we had gotta nice sandwich
and a 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 ass line, and fastened the llmerlc to
if, bsited it with the corn beef. tied the
end f the line to a limb, and angled for
a dog.
Tie was in appetite. He swallowed
it. aud sat with his eyes on US for more !;
but with no friendly look beamlng tom
his ceuntenance Not any!
Then he pulled gently on the line--it
was asst Tige yanked and pulled, but
twas of no use
We quickly slid down the hee-almost
blistering our back dong it-selzed our
pole, and straightway went thence some
what lively.
We found the string Of fish, and reach
cd tie buggy and commanding spot IN
the read 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 crow engaged about the dog.
We came quickly home and kinkly left the
bass line and hook to farmer.