The Leavenworth weekly times. [volume] (Leavenworth, Kan.) 1870-1880, 1870-10-27

1 do not). "Aiy, ir! and think we ought
10 set something here"
The brook falb about . foot amongst a
kusp Of rocka md bubbles and wiris into .
deep iak-6lack pool, o. which some snow
White 6ocks Of foam are chasing each other.
Sam drops the bottle, whose legs are active
y moving, into the fall, and lets him sweep
into the eddies- Down goes the point Of the
rod, and up comes = plump herring-sise
trout to our feet,s = quickly and deity As
only an arti.t like Sam could bring him.
Again bottle is put on, and Sam sue
cenfally repeats his performance.
Alter this I am furnished out by Sam with
hottie and other necessary apparatus, and
We fish with excellent sport down to the
mill.
The Bride is known everywhere as /.
"sulky river. 1t has bafiied anglers from
all parts but has tempted them too ON the
chance OF having a good day on it; for a
good day on the Bride is something, can
tell yOu, 10 remember. Sam Freeman prom
ised 10 find sch q halcyon OCCASION for me.
1--WE mnst watch the strame," said Sam.
watch it by stopping At the hotel at Gonna ;
mebbe in q week We would have an opportu-
nity Il the water thin" And 30 to have an
opportunity, as Sam called it, We did put up
at the inn.
The opportunity" came. A wet day Of
warm rain with occasional Outblirsts of SUM-
shine. This Bride is very picturesque
river 1t runs through vale bOrdered with
rich meadows, from whose far edges the hills
slope, the hills crowned with groves Of Irish
fir, in the midst of which you catch glimpse,
Of white farm houses By the stream itself
there are numerous old castles of the Crom-
wellian period, grey and battered, and ivy
covered. Under the walls of one hooked
a four FOUNDER, and had come tough work
to land him. Sam and l had splendid sport
on the "good day." the trout did not run
very large, bat the average size was salts
factOry. At the luncheon hour We sat on a
block of masonry from the dismantled tower
Of the Saxon fortress, and Sam pointed TO
spots in Ithe landscape, where the Bride
flowed, and where he had killed fish Of as
tonishing proportions.
With Sam on the Bride in August after
shutdown just a. the last red rays were stretch
ed across the waters, as the poe. writes, like
Aaron's rod turning them to blood. When
We wave our rods over the stream the firlsll
has faded from the pools and reaches; the
dusk fades away, one by one, tree and castle
and hill from view, and lights begin to glin-
mer in the windows of the peaceable dwell
lings. We have put up moth flies and are
fishing in the shadows, to which the heavy
trout come at eventide. The air is warm,
and through the song Of the stream dis
tinctly hear the deep. amOrOus kind of suck
that Sam makes at his dhudeen, a. he watch
e. me, rodlex, but armed with the landing
net. A ghostly object sails swiftly across our
faces.
'That's an owl, sir; the blayguard is look
in for his supper"
"And quite right, Sam; why shouldn't
he?"
81 never like to meet the like Of 'em; they
say 'tisn't lucky"
"Why?''
"Weil, sir, 1 suppose it stands to rayson,
you see, that bein' out all night they see
things that aren't good" Things that aren',
good-an Irish periphrase for spectrcs, elves,
hoe genus omne!O
"Surely, Sam, you are not fool enough Ia
believe in fairies or banshces?"
"Be gar, then, l am, sir; and by your
lave sooner not be talkin' Of 'em just now,
an We clOse to Sheraun berrin' ground
And 30 our conversation dropped, and !
tied up my rod and lit cigar. Next morn
ing We are up with the lark, or rather with
a hundred larks, for there is Handelian
chorus of the matin singers, warbling under
the blue arch Of the sky, and caring little
whether my lady sleeps or not. Sam Free.
man prepares our tackle while 1 take q
plunge in the river. BY the time have
made my exceedingly simple toilet he has
everything in ship-shape, and away We SC
for an hours fishing before breakfast. You
should have seen the sour Timoniac expires
sion of Sans face Ia little joke, il yo,
please, referring to Timon, the churl Of
Athens), when two magpics came chatterine
and flirting from a willow.
"No luck for us to-day, sir"
"Why, Sam, what with seeing owls al
night and magpies by day, it is a wonder
you ever catch anything"
"Pd catch more an didn't see 'cm, sir
that's how it il.
"Well, We cannot complain this morning
dozen already. Come, let us have couple
cooked at once"
And 40 to the inn, and TO cat the delicat,
pink flesh Of the fish, or fish Of fish, il YOU
like, my masters, but by any name delicio,I.
treat for an honest and hungry angler.
RoDERICK RAMHoD.