Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1870-05-20
Angling for a Dog.


We were travelling on ground we
had no right on. The only excuse z
was like that of military necessity
it was far better fishing through the
farms where the trout had been pre-
served, than in open lots where ali
could fish.
( It 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 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 stove pipe; saw a man and two
boys come out to do chores saw .
woman 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 owners Of the land. We
crawled through the grass and
lodged behind clumps of alders,
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 stay
and hide what we had, and take an
other basketful. So at it we went
No sooner would the hook touch the
water than it had trout. We found
the house, the man,the boys and the
dog. Suddenly there was a 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 fence, the woman in
the door, and the dog bounding to-
wards US. We saw it alive had been
dlscove. ed! The well 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.
70 outrun the dog, was not to be
thought of. There was no time to
lose. He cleared fence and came
for US, just as we reached q. tree, and
by great activity took front seat on
a limb above his reach. Here was a
precious go. A vicious bulldog. .un-
der the tree. and the farmer and two
big boys ready to move down upon
our works. 1t was fight, foot-race or
fangs.
The farmer yelled to his dog.
''W atch him Tige2''
Tige proposed to do that little
thing, and keeping his eyes up
on US, seated himself under the
tree.
Then spoke the ugly farmer man.
Just hold on thar stranger, till we
get breakfast ;then we will come and
see you If you are in hurry how
ever, you can go now. Watch him
Tiye!''
We surmised trouble: quite too
much, for thrice had that bold man
of bulldogs and agriculture ele-
gantly walloped innocent tourists
for being seen or his suburban
premises His reputation as a
peace man was not good, and
there arose 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 tailed 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, fastened the limerick to 1t,
baited it with corn beef,tied the end
of the line to limb, and angled for
a dog!
Tige was in appetite. He swallowed
it, and sat with his eyes ON US fo-
more; but with no friendly look
beaming from his countenance. Not
any!
Then be pulled gently On the line
it was fast! Tige yanked and
pulled but twas of no use!
We quickly slid down the tree
almost blistering our back doing it
seized our pole, and straightway went
thence somewhat lively
We found our string of fish, and
reached the buggy and command
ing spot in the road in time to see
the sturdy yeoman 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 en-.
gagged about the dog. We came
quickly horne and kindly left the
bass line and hook to the farmer.
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