The Worthington advance., 1876-06-22
How the Ladies Fish.

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look for a good place to get down on
the RATS, and the most venturesome
one sticks her boot heels in the bank
and makes two careful sstep.downs
then she suddenly finds herself at the
bottom with both hands in the water
and a feeling that everybody in this
wide world IL looking at her, and she
never tells anybody how she got there.
The other girls, profiting by shor ex.
ample, turn around and 60 down the
hank on their hands ard toes, back.
wards. Then they scamper over the
RATS until they find = shallow place
where they. can see the fish,, and
t'Where p
'.There.''
''Oh my, SO he is.'
'Let's catch him.
"Who's got them bats p
''You lazy thing, you're sitting on
my pole.''
worm.''
All these exclamations are gotten off
in a tone that awakens every echo
within mile round, and sends every
fish within three acres square into gal
loplng mysteries. Then the girls by
superhuman exertions manage to get a
worm on the hook, and ssthrow i'm
with splash like the launching of a
wash.tub, and await the result. When
ia silver-tin comes along and nibbles
the bait they pull up with jerk, that,
had an unfortunate fish weighing less
than fifteen pounds been on the hook,
would have landed it in the neighbor-
hood of three or four miles in the
country. After a while a feeble
minded sunfsh contrives to get fas.
tened on the hook of a timid woman,
and she gives vent to her tongue:
ooh! something's got my hook!''
''Pull up, you little idiot!' shout
five excited voices as poles and hooks
are dropped and they rush to the res
cue. The girl with the bite gives a
spasm0dic jerk which sends the unfor-
tunate sunny into the air the full
length ola forty foot line ,and he comes
down on the nearest curly head with a
damp flop, that sets the girl to crawl
ing as though there were bumble-
bees in her hair.
"Och! murder! take it away. Ugh!
the nasty thing -
Then they hold 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-dis-
posed goat on the other end. They
talk over it.
''How ever will he get off g
"Ain't it pretty!'
''WOnder if it amt dry?'
'*PO0rl title thing. Let s put it back >
''How will we get it off of the hook ="
''Pick it up" says a 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 wriggles 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 backs 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. If an unwary club
dares to show himself in the water
they poke at him with poles, much to
his disgust. Finally they get mad all
over and throw away their poles, hunt
up the lunch basket, climb up into the
woods, where they sit around on the
grass and caterpillars, and eat enough
dried beef and rusk and hard boiled
eggs to give a wOod-horse the night
mare; after which they compare notes
about their beaux until sundown, and
then they go home, and plant envy in
the hearts of all their muslin delaine
friends by telling what "just a splen.
did time they had"