Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1874-06-19

The Trick a Fesff e Fisherman Played
ON n Man With q RevOIver-Sonle-
thing stranger Than the Balm Of
Thousand Flowers.
Milford, Pa, Correspondence Of the New York
Sun.
George Taylor of the New Pork City
Press Association and Ed. Cahill of IL
Park row came to this place on Satur-
day last to fish for trout. They were
Joined here by Ed. Quick and Bub
Wells, two professional rod swingers.
On Monday they started FOR Dingman
township to cast the fly. On the way
Taylor tried his SIS revolver on every
chipmunk he saw. Pretty soon Cahill
shouted: "Blazesi see that ground
hog, Let him have 1t Taylor
Hes beauty" said Wells, and
Quick cried, ''Sweet Christmas, but
amt he fat?"
The animal was jogging along leis-
urely across a field. Taylor acted upon
Cahill's suggestion and got out of the
wagon to shoot it. In his hurry he for
got to put down his pole and carried it
In his hand. In his other hand was
his revolver, ready cooked. He gave
chase to the ground hog. His eompan-
ions sat watching him from the wagon,
waiting to see him kill the animal. 1t
was a pretty one, all over white and
black spots. Taylor was bound ohaye
its hide. When he got whiting shoot
ing distance, he stepped IN bog hole,
and down he went. His fish pole ran
about foot In the ground and broke
off His pistol went off and blew the
whole roof out of brand new straw
hat he had purchased for the occasion
He was soon on his feet again, but
the ground hog had got clear to the
other side Of the field and sat by the
side of hole, evidently waiting for the
anxious sportsman. Taylor caught up to
within a fewfeet of his game and raisedup
to fire. The ground hog suddenly turned
his white tail toward Taylor, and dis
appeared In its hole. Taylor that instant
knew he hadn't brought enough Florida
water with him from the city. He knew
he hadn mt struck a mint patch, nor yet
a bedof roses. He felt that it wasn't
good to be there, and he wanted to go
home In short, it came across HIM by
degrees that the boys had played a
skunk off on him fora ground hog. He
returned to the wagon, and remarklng
that the ground hog was too quick for
him, got in. Ed. Cahill put his hand
kerchief to his nose. Ed. Quick said he
guessed he'd get ont and walk away.
Bub Wells thought he would too. Ca
hill said he promised to- bring his wife
some elecampane root, and as that was
a good place to find it, he'd get out and
look for some. Taylor wouldn't ride
alone, and made up his mind to walk
with the rest. Cahill couldn't find any
elecampane root, and got back in the
wagon. Quick and Wells got tired, and
jumped in again. Taylor then thought
he would ride while. The boys began
to think the joke was as much on them
as it was on Taylor.
When they got to the creek Taylor
objected to going in the woods for fear
he might get lost. Cahll told him to
keep half mile to the windward of
them, and they'd be sure TO know where
tofindhim. Taylor fshed Spring Brook.
The trout wouldn't bite. They came
to the surface and looked at his fly; but
as soon as they got their noses out of
water they dove down and rubbed them
in the gravel Taylor got disguised,
and went to find his comrades. He
came up to them near Mother Jagger's,
where they stopped for dinner. Cahin
took Taylor aside and said:
Say, Taylor, we want to get some
thing to eat here. You mustn't go in
with us, or you'll kill the whole thing.
Well eat first; then you come in. Sees
Taylor was hungry, and had to sub
NIT.
Mother Jaeger got the boys up nice
dinner. They ate it at their leisure.
Taylor sat on a log about a hundred !
Yards from the house and whistled
BURY me under the violets." The
bows finished their meal and went out.
They told Taylor to get his dinner. He
entered Mother Jagger's kitchen and
sat down to the table The old lady
began to sniff, and, kicking the old
hound that lay by the stove, CALCULATED:
"Git out, Ring. I'll kill the infer
nal critter yit. He's alters hunting
skunks
Ring got out" Mrs. Jaeger poured
Taylor's coffee. Then she shifted again,
and looked under the table and on the
floor. Taylor fell to eating. Mother
Jaeger took down her horn spectacles
and put them on. She shifted and
looked earnestly at Taylor. Then she
squeezed her nose together with her
fingers and said:
bod rot be, buster, eff 1T aid't you.
Jisthelp yerself; help yerself to eddythig
you wadt " and Mrs. Jaeger sought
the outside of the house.
The party fshed all day. They got
back to Milford about tea time. The
piazza at Dimmick's was full Of ladies.
They all rushed out to SEQ the trout.
One by one they went back, remarkipg
how peculiarly balm laden the zephyrs
were that morning. Taylor's wife said,
"Oh, aren't they beauties but what
makes them smell so, GeOrgeg
George said, The creek in which
they were caught is strongly impreg-
mated with-ahem - with hemlock,
which gives them a peculiarly pungent
flavor; but it is destroyed by cooking.
Cooking knocks it. !"
Strangers who visit Milford hereafter
NAV see a mound in the Dimmick hotel
garden. Beneath it is a suit of clothes.
1t belonged to George Taylor. He
hunted ground hogin it and destroyed
It's usefulness. And 80 he laid 1t away.
We heard a distinguished politician OF
the Republican persuasion announce him
self in favor of repudiatlnC both s. ate and