The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1877-08-01
ORLEANS WEDNESDAY, AUGUST l.

lines for the time and surrender yourself to a
contemplation OF the scenes through which
you are passing. The hundreds of islands,
some low and grassy, others bold and rocky;
some green and wooded, covered with great
trees and tangled vines and others with ele-
CANT summer retreats, comfortable farm
houses and cultivated fields. Sometimes you
glide beneath the shade Of towering rocks or
leafy woods and sometimes you find yourself
in q broad and lake-like expanse, where the
water shines like polished silver and the sun
pours down it's furious floods of heat upon
your unprotected head; but not a quiver of
the rod gives token of the expected pickerel,
and, finally, your senses yield to some SOM
niferous influence and
SLEEP DEsCENDs UPON YOUR TIRED EYELIDs.
Suddenly the voice of the boatman arouses
you. "You have bite, SIR he shrieks. You
spring wildly up and almost capsize the boat.
Then you grab one of the poles and frantical-
ly begin to haul in the line ''Not that one,
sir" says the boatman; 50 you seize the
other, which shows by its bending and giving
that something is tugging at the line. Then
you pull it in and the resistance you feel tells
you that the fish is there. Still you pull and
pull, and at last with a thrill of triumph and
OF gratitied expectancy you see a bright and
glancing object, which you known to be your
captive pickerel at the rapidly nearing
end OF the line You pull and tug and haul.
Nearer and nearer comes the tish-a rod, q
fathom, a yard, a foot-he is at the side of the
boat; you give the final jerk which is to land
him at your feet; he strikes the side, slips
from the hook and in moment he is wiggling
away from you with all the speed of pick
erel in his native element, whilst you regard
him in mute and helpless agony OF disap-
pointment In few moments you get an
other bite. You go through the same process
as before; you haul in the fish; you get him
to the boat; you try to jerk him in
"YANK1NG"
this peculiar act is called-he strikes the
side of the boat, and like the first he gently
slips from the hook, and, like Macaulays
cod, Sin those commingled depths he wanders
free and in moment has vanished from
your sight. Again you get bite, and a
third time you haul in the delusive pickerel
but with little hope that this third effort will
be successful; when, just as you are about to
make the final trial the boatman remarks,
"don't you think you had better let me yank
him in, sr?'' And you think So In second
THE PICKEREL
is in the boat; in another he is off the hook
and securely grasped in his captor's hands.
The boatman takes billet of wood, and
strikes blow on the creatures head it gives
single grunt, and it's earthly, or rather
it's aquatic, career is closed. After this you
placidly resign the care of the rods and lines
to the boatman; you see a few fish hauled up
and yanked in, and you go to sleep again.
When you awake you are at the picnicking
island, and the days sport is over. You have
fifteen or twenty pickerel in the boat, and
when you get back to the hotel you exhibit
them to the admiring spectators with all the
exultation Of skillful and lucky fisherman
have never trolled again. / regard it as
kind of incentive to the vices of deceit and
hypocrisy. When see a man come in from
days trolling in the sound and display lot
of blue fish, always suspect that he has
been asleep all the time and that the boat
man has ''yanked' them in | may do the
fishermen injustice, but ] can't help it. Be
this as it may, there is plenty of good sport
for amateur fishermen in the waters of Long
Island Sound.
l think told you already that the antique
is we'll represented at Greenwich There are
several houses
DATING FROM THE REVOLUTIONARY ERA,
which are still inhabited and are regarded
with much veneration. In one of these is
shown, the room in which Washington once
slept I was unable, however, to perceive that
this remarkable fact had left any appreciable
influence upon the apartment. The old tree
which | mentioned is said to be 237 years of
age, and it is still pretty well alive, though
rather weakly about the upper limbs. They
had an old woman here too-1O6 years old
but she is dead, which is pity, as she dis
tinctly remembered seeing Washington when
he passed through Greenwich on his way to
Boston. 1t is great comfort to have among
us somebody who remembers Washington
when he went to Boston. There were good
many Of them once, but they are passing
away, passing away. Soon we shall know
that Washington went to Boston only through
Bancroft's history or Peter Parley's school
books. D. DAP
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