Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1876-07-08
HOW THE GIRLS FISH.

There are generally about six of
them in the bunch WI tn ght dresses
on, and they haqe nfRe poles with as
many hooks aud Aaek among them.
As soon as they ERt ~ she river they
look for a good aee' t1g yet down ON
the RATS, and the most Iventuresome
one sticks her boot heels ID the bank
and makes two careful etep-duWns
then she suddenly 6nds: herself Il the
bottom with both hands in the water
ana feeling that everybody in this
wide world is looking at her, and she
never tells anybody how she gotthere.
The other girls, profiting by her ex-
ample, turn around and 60 down the
bank on their hands and toes, back
wards. ava
Then they seamper over the RATS un-
til they find shallow place where they
can see the ksh, and shout:
"Oh see one"
"Where?''
''There.'f WF&
oh my. so he is.
Lets catch him.
Who's got them baits9"
"Yo on lazy thing. you re sitting on my
Show me the wretch that stole my
worm.
All these EXPLANATIONS are gotten
off in a tone that awakens every echo
within mile round, and sends every
fish within three acres into galloplng
Mysteries. Then the girls by super
human exertions manage TO get q worm
on the hook, and throw in" with a
splash like the launching of a wash tub,
and await the result. When a silver
fin comes along and nibbles the bait
they pull up with a jerk, that, had an
unfortunate fish weighing less than
fifteen pounds been on the hook, would
have landed it in the neighborhood of
three or four miles in the country.
After awhile feeble minded sunfish
eontrives to get fastened on the hook
of timid woman, and she gives vent
to her tongue
"Oh ! something's got my hook"
Pull up, you little idiot !" shout
FIVE excited voices as poles and hooks
are dropped aud they rush to the rescue.
The girl with the bite gives spas
modic jerk, which sends the unfor-
tunate sunny into the air the full
length of forty feet of line, and he
comes down on the nearest eully head
with a damp flop, that sets the girl to
ciawing as though there were humble
bees In her hair.
Och murder take it away. Ugh
the nasty thing !"
Then they held up their skirts and
gather about that fish as it skips over
the logs, one all the time holding the
line in both hands, with her foot on
the pole as though she had an evil
disposed goat at the other end. They
talk over it.
How ever will he get off
Amt it pretty p
Wonder if it amt dry ?"
Poor little thing let's put it back.
"How will we get the hook from it?
"Pick it up" says girl who backs
rapidly out of the circle.
Good gracious, I'm afraid of it.
There, its opening its mouth at me.
just then the sunny wiggles off the
hook and disappears between two logs
into the water, and the girls try for
another bite.
But the sun comes down and fries
the back of their necks, and they get
three headaches in the party, and they
all get cross and scold at the fish like
SO many magpies. Ifan unwary club
dares show himself in the water they
poke at him with poles, much to his
disgust Finally they get mad all over
throw their polls away, hunt up the
lunch basket, climb up into the woods
where they sit around on the grass and
caterpillars, and eat enough of dried
beef and rusk and hard boiled eggs tc
give a wOod-horse the nightmare
after which they compare notes about
their beaux until shutdown, when they
go home and plant envy in the heart;
of all their muslin delaine friends by
telling what Just splendid time
they lad.