Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1872-05-23

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gentle sleep would ever introduce into
our imaginative BRAIN
Halo another depression. | really
must get on, or youwill begint to wonder
if this fish " was ever caught at all.
The day was one / had been longing
for in vain for some time cloudy, with
no great heat in the air, and delicious
breeze that would beautifully ripple
the waters of the Ladies' pool, " the
scene of my intended operations. Ny
/ faithful gillie Simon had been duly
warned to be in attendance at 10 pre-
clsely and, as the clock struck that
hour, was greeted by his old honest,
| though whisky drinking face, with the
/ following remark:
90 Are yer for the pool tn morn, sir
[ For, if sac, we maun at once, as there
/ is jist grand breeze on the water, and
! i yen no get fash the day, my names
no Simon"
/ With these words of encouragement,
/ / was proceeding to leave the house by
the least frequented path, and, as |
! hoped and trusted, unobserved. But
no mercy for this day, at all events,
/ had deserted me, for / had hardly got
clear OF the house before q torrent of
chaff and shouts of laughter, aimed at
me from an upper window, fell upon
my devoted head, much, | fear,
/ / confess it ITO Simon's secret amuse-
ment, which my evident chagrin only
| increased.
Simon, Can't You find blind one
/ for the captain this morning Z"
|, lI1 hn
/ only way to learn to fish is to go ont
without your breakfast, with the con-
seriousness of the necessity of having to
! fish for your dinner"
4" You had much better come back
and play bcan-bags."
/ These were, the nice, kind, encourag.
ing remarks [ was doomed to listen to,
and bear with patience if possible. |
must confess, though, the latter obser-
walton almost persuaded me to return
uttered as it was 10y such "a dear, mus
ical little voice, by one | had often and
often listened to with such rapture, in
the soft August evenings, and by one
whose bean bags, somehow or other,
always seemed to fall softer and kind
lier on my robust person than those of
anybody else's ever did. But no |
was not TO be seduced from the path of
duty. To get a fish that morning was
determined, or leave Glenmuir by the
afternoon coach, this latter as kind
OF compensation for the dying part of
my resolve.
| have said [ chose the quietest route
from the house, for obvious reasons,
but it was also to me the most disa-
greeable path, and / will tell you why.
After clearing the grounds OF Glen
muir one had about mile Of moor
land to traverse, when you struck upon
foot path leading you to and through
fir wood overhanging the steep banks
which here lined the river; down to a
road running parallel to The stream,
and at the side of which stood a kirk.
Now, if there is auythingi in the world
calculated to depress my spirits and
give me the blues, it is the sight of the
majority of Scotch country kinks. As
the bells were to Mephistopheles, so
these barns Il can call them nothing
esel were to me. This was an especi-
ally gloomy one. A square, low-roof
building, painted gray, with black
around each window to enllyen 1T. The
yard (uot a tree otany sort in it, which
was full of unshapely and severe-look- /
ing tombstoncs, grisly emblems of the
severity and GOODNESS of the occupants
faith, WAS ill-tcnded and neglected the I
paths unweeded, and the grass growing
anywhere and everywhere. Verify, the /.
outward and visible signs Of the creed /
of the established kirk are not of the /
most Joyous or cheerful description.
Now, this path | always avoided on
account of its taking me past this fear
full looking object, and | feel sure that .
the depressed state of my feelings for
hours after using this route initiated .
greatly against any small chance | had .
of ensnaring the tiuny ones,
"Ah, said Simon, "ye haze come .
the RIGHT gait tn morn-thc lucky road .
past the kirk. Yen be sure of fash /
moo"
"Why, Simon, YOU surely do not .
suppose that my passing the kirk can
possibly have anything to do with fish
iug3"
f" Az, has it, y was the suporstitous
reioiuder. "Yere sure to hae luck if
We past that kirk iist ance i the morn
and, my certe here's better luck still ;
for see, the preeentor is jist coming out
o the door
And, sure enough, there was the old, /
bowed man, just locking up his charge, /
and taking a casual look at the strang-
ers. \ queer sort OF uncousclously |
humorous man was the preceutor.
For my sins. presume | once, two
or three years previously, went to the
morning service of this kirk, and it be- I
ing large parish, the list OF candidates
for the bliss ana pleasures of matri-