Weekly Trinity journal., 1872-08-10
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THE FISHING PARTY.-On Saturday
afternoon, a party of twelve gentlemen
and an equal number Of ladies, LETT town
for Van Matre's place on Stuart Fork in
pursuit of trout and pleasure. They Were
accompanied by professional fisherman
and musician, and started out with the
determination OF having a good time gen.
orally ii one as,to be had. From Wea-
veiville to the summit of Musser Hill the
road was hot and dusty; SO also was the
ascent of the Rush Creek mountain to
the top OF the ridge. But along the other
portions OF the way, the drive was very
pleasant.
Weaverville is pretty little town,
with its wel-watered streets, its clean
swept side walks, and the many shade
trees which screen its dwellings from the
scorching rays OF the Summer sun. But
it is pleasant at times to leave the town
and its noise and hustle behind us and go
to where we can look upon the face OF ma
ture where the hand OF civilization :"
has not robbed it OF its greatest beauties
To stand by the side OF murmuring
brook, whose ice-co!d waters leap from
rock to rock and to dash smoothly along
the level surface OF mountain idge, un-
der the grateful shade Of the pine, the
spruce, the oak, the cedar and the chin
cnpin. For four or five miles before
reaching Van Mattress place, the road
wind. along the top of such ridge, in
many places level as house floor, and
the valley of Stuart Fork, with its fam
houses and its feds, and the foaming
stream looking like a thread Of silver
spread out like a panorama below.
The party reached Van Mntres in good
season, with appetitcs sharpened by their
l6 mile ride, to do ample justice to the
good cheer which ther entertainers sat
baore them. Five dozen trout which
Mat. Van Matre had eau 5ht in antiei-
patton OF the party's arrival, We're placed
upon the table and disappeared as if by
magic. Supper over, all hands sought
the dancing hall where the dance went
mcgrily on until midnight. Then the
lldics would dance no more. For It's
wrong to dance on Sunday, but to go
fshing-well, men and women must live,
and to live must eat, and trout are first
rate eating.
With the dawn the party were astir
and after a substantial breakfast moved
up to the fishing ground three miles above.
The stream, however, is yet too high for
successful fishing, and although there
We're several expert fishermen in the
crowd, the number of trout per capita
does not raise above one figure. The
champion fishist" Of the party was
Mrs. Clifford who corraled five dozen (?)
(Oh h-h YoNEs ~ AT the fishing ground
they were joined by two couples fom
VANS who remained until after dinner.
Soon afterwards the teams were hitched
up and all hands came on to Rush Greek,
whore they remained until the heat OF
the day was over and reached home at
sundown. All hands were we'll pleased
with their excursion, and we certainly
think they have every reason to be. To
gentlemen who contemplate similar
trip we have word OF advice to offer
Let each man take along change of lin
en-, then if one gentleman has an extra
" shirt "put in the wagon, he will not
find that half dozen men have used that
article before its owner had chance to.
We allude to shirts that man puts him
self outside of.