The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1876-07-14


As soon as they have got 10 the river,
they look for good place to get down
on the raft-, and the most venture
some one sticks her boot heel in the
bank and makes two careful step.
downs; then she suddenly finds herself
at the bottom with both hands in the
water, and feeling that every body
in the wide world is looking at her,
and che never tells any one how she
got there. The other girls profiting
by her example, turn around and &c
down the bank on their hands and toe.
back ward.
Then they scamper over the raft,
until they find shallow place whers
they can see the fish and shout:
20! I see one."
"where,"
"There!'
"Oh! my, so he Il"
Lets catch him."
"Who's got the baitf'
"You lazy thing, you're sitting on
my pole"
"Show me the wretch that stole my
bait"
All the exclamations are gotten of
in tone that sends every fish within
three acres square into galloping hys.
terics. Then the girls, by superhu-
man exertion manage to get a worm
on the hook and "throw in" with a
splash like the launching Of wash.
tub, and await the result. When a
silver-6n GENES along aud 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 out in the
country. After while q feeble min
ded sunfish contrives to get fastened
on the hook Of a timid woman, and
she gives vent to her tongue;
"Oh! something's got on my hookl'
"Pull up, you little IDIOT" shouted
FIVE excited voices as their poles and
hooks are dropped. and they rush to
the rescue. The girl with the bite
gives a spasmodic jerk, which sends
the unfortunate sunny into the air the
iull length Of forty feet Of line, and
he comes down on the nearest curly
head with a damp flop that sets the
girl clawing as though there were
bumblebees in her hair!
"Oh! take it away. Ugh, the mas.
ty 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"
"Ain't it pretty!"
"Wonder il it amt dry'"
"Poor little thing; let's put it back.
"How will We get the hook from
it!"
"Pick it up" rays 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 wrigglee Of the
hook and disappears between two log'
into the water, and the girls try fol
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. II any unwary
club dare show himself in the water,
they poke at him with their poles,
much to his disgust. Finally they
get mad all over. and throw their pole
away, hunt up the lunch basket ,climt
up into the woods, where they sil
around on the grass and caterpillars
and eat enough Of dried beef and
rusk and hard-boiled eggs to give q
woodhorse the nightmare; after which
they compare notes about their beaux
until sundown. when they 20 homo
and plant envy in the hearts Of al
their muslin-de-laine friends by telling
what Just splendid time they had
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