Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1877-06-13
JoE's HEAVY TcH.

Tho stream that Daniel Webster
loved was famous for trout, and be
was famous for catching them. Oiler
he would sit for hours on moss.cov
cred stone in q retired nook, his line
dangling in and above the water, but
never q bite, and if there had been, the
fish was safe, for he was entirely un.
conscious of all around and about him
One warm and sultry morning in July
while thus absorbed, he was aroused
by hearing over the stream
Hullo, thorc bullo, / say How
are ye? Nice morning this Got any
fish, Have any bites 2 How dye
get over there I've been fishing two
hours nary bite. ! see you have long
boots on what'll you take to carry
me oyor2 Don't want to get my feet
wet, III pay you well what'll you
Here he paused long enough for Mr..
Webster who had all this time been
surveying the speaker { a slight-built,
danditicd youth }, to ask :
"What will you give 2"
"Well, a quarter; that's enough,
ain'tit2"
"Well, sir | suppose it is"
So, quietly laying down his rod, he
took his way to our Boston boy, Joe
d., who, by the way, was as good a
fellow as ever sold tape he was now
on three days furlough, and bound
to crowd all the fishing, bathing,
and sightseeing seasons into the allot-
ted three days time, and one was rap
idly passing away, Mr.. Webster
seated himself on the bank, Joe mount
ed his shoulders, and, like Caesar, whom
Cassius from the raging Tibcr bore, so
Joe upon the god-like shoulders safely
crossed thestream. The quarter quickly
changed hands. Mr.. Webster quietly
settled into his accustomed seat, while
Joe, on further pleasure bent, hastened
up the stream.
Tired and hungry, hereturned rather
late for dinner, and passed into the
dining hall, where the guests were en-
gagged in the last act Of the drama.
Our Bostonian, however fell to with
an appetite sharpenod by his morning
exercise, and with full determination
to make up with speed what he had
lost in time. So intent upon his own
affairs was he that he took no notice
OF those around the table, until some
one requested Mr.. Webster to relate
his morning adventures. Joe looked
up, and followed with his own the direc-
tion of all other eyes, he beheld his
morning Eneas. Turning to his near.
est neighbor, he asked
"Who is that 2n
"That? Why that's Dan'l Websterl"
He found no further use for his knife
and fork, and was silently leaving the
table, when Mr.. Webster now recog-
nlzed him with look or nod
(Joe could never tell which,, he de-
tanned him and requested him to take
wine. Joe took the wine with trem-
bling hand, and, with look Of earnest
entreaty, begged Mr.. Webster not to
relate the circumstance which occur.
red in the morning.
Mr.. Webster replied You should
not be ashamed of the adventure, since
there is no young man IN this country,
however lofty his aspirations, that will
be likely TO attain the position you this
morning occupied"
Joe lett the table and the house, and
on the first train left the town, satisfied
he had done enough for one season.
In the evening Mr.. Webster related
the whole affair to the assembled guests,
and to this day Joe enjoys the sobri-
quet of Dan. From the Golden Rule.