The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1876-06-27
How the Ladies Fish.

There's generally about six of them
in the bunch (says an exohange), with
light dresses on. aud they have three
poles with as many hooks and lines
among them.
As soon as they get 10 the river they
look for a good place to get down on
the RATS, and the most venturesome
one sticks her bost heels in the bank
aud makes two careful step-downs; then
she suddenly finds herself at the bot
ton with both hands in the water and
feeling that everybody in this wide
world is looking at her, and she never
tells anybody how she got there. The
other girls, profiting by her example,
turn around and go down the bank on
their hands and toes, backwards.
Then they scamper over the RATS un-
til they find shallow place where they
can see the fish, and shout:
30! see one."
"Where?"
There"
"sOh! my, so he is.
Lets catch him"
"Who's got them baits?"
'You lazy thing, you're sitting on
my pole"
onOW me tue wretch tnat stOle my
worm"
All these EXPLANATIONS are gotten of
in tone that awakens every echo
within a mile round. and sends every
fish within 8 acres square into gallop-
ing Mysteries. Then the girls by super
human exertions manage TO get worm
OH the hook, and "throw in" with
! splash like the launching of wash-tub,
and awaits the result. When q silver
I'm comes along and nibbles the bait
they pull up with jerk, that, had an
unfortunate fish weighing less than IF
teen ponnds been on the hook, would
landed it in the neighborhood of 3 or
4 miles in the country. After a while
feeble-minded sunfish contrives to
| get fastened on the hook of a timid wo-
man, and she gives vent to her tongue.
"Ohl something's got my hook"
"Pull you mp, you little idiot!'sh
five excited voices as poles and hooks
are dropped and they rush to the res
cue. The girl with the bite gives a
spasmodic jerk, which sends the unfol-
| tunate sunny into the air the full length
Of 40 feet Of line, and he comes down
| on the nearest curly head with damp
| flop, that sets the girl to clawing as
though there was bumblebees in her
hair.
"Ochl murderl 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-ais-
posed goat at the other end. They talk
/ over il.
"How ever will he git Off"
"Ain't it pretty?"
"Wonder If il amt dry?"
"Poor little thing; let's put it back. !"
"How will we get the hook from it?"
"Pick it up" says a girl who backs
rapidly out Of the circle.
"Good gracious, I'm afraid of it,
There, it's opening its mouth at me-"
Just then the sunny wiggles off the
hook and disappears between the logs
into the water, and the girls try for
another bite.
But the sun comes down aud 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. IL an unwary club
dares show himself in the water they
poke at him with pole, much to his
disgust. Finally they get mad all over
aud throw their poles 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 to give wood-horse the night
mare; after which they compared notes
about their beau until sundOwn, when
they go home aud plant envy in the
hearts Of all their muslin delaine friends
by telling what "iust splendid time
they had.