The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-05-10
Fishing for a Dog.

it was far better fishing through the
farms where the trout had been preserv-
ed, than in 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 a 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 not a quar-
ter of mile away. We saw the morn
ing smoke curling lightly from stove
pine; saw u man and two boys come out
to do chores saw a woman busy about
the door, and ferocons bulldog wander
ing about the yard.
If ever we ished close it was then
Not a whisper to disturb the birds or
the owners of the land. We crawled
through the grass and lodged behind
clumps Of aldcrs, lifting large speckled
beauties out Of the water until our bas-
kets 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 and
the dog Suddenly there was a rushing
through an oat-feld as if a mad bull was
coming. We looked toward the house,
and saw the farmer and his two boys on
the fence the woman in the door, and the
dog bounding toward us. We saw it all
-we had been discovered The we'll
trained dog had been sent to hunt us out,
and as the matter appeared it was safe to
bet that he was doing that thing right
lively.
TO outrun the dog was not to be thought
Of There was no time to lose. He clear
ed the fence and came for us, just as we
reached a tree, and by great activity took
a front seat on limb above his reach -
Here was precious 90 A vicious bull
dog under the tree, and the farmer and
two big boys ready to move down upon
our works. 1t was fight, foot-race OF
fangs
The former called to his dog, "Watch
him, Tige!'
Tigc 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 will come and sec
you! If you are in a hurry, however.
you can 90 now! Watch him Tige p
We surmised trouble; quite too much
for thrice had that bold man Of bulldogs
and agriculture elegantly walloped limo
cent tourists for being seen on his subur-
ban premises. His reputation as a peace
man was not good, and there arose a large
heart toward our throat.
Time is the essence Of contracts, and
the saving ordinance Of those in trouble
We had a 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 had got a nice sand
wich and a piece Of boiled corn-beef il
our other pocket.
We called the dog pet names, but il
was no 90. Then we tried to move dowr
when he moved up At last we trebleC
our bass line, fastened the limerick to it
baited it with corn beef, tied the end o
the line to limb, and angled for the
dog!
Tige was in appetite. He swallowed
it, and sat his eyes on us for more bu
with no friendly look beaming from hi
countenance. Not any
Then he pulled gently on the line
was fast Tige yanked and pulled, bu
twas of no use !
We quickly slid down the tree -almos
blistering our back doing it-sei2ed on
pole, and straightway went thence some
what lively.
We found our string of fish, and reach
ed the buggy and a commanding spot il
the road in time to see the sturdy yeoma
move forth.
We saw him and his cohorts, and fc
male, move slowly, as if in no haste. W
saw them look up the tree. We saw a
t anxious crowd engaged about the dog
We came quickly home and kindly lei
+ the bass line and hook to the farmer.