The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-03-29
.Joe..s Hearr Catch.


The stream that Daniel Webster loved
was famous for trout, and he was famous
for catching them. Often he would sit
for hours on a moss-covered stone in a
retired nook, his line dangling in and
above the water, but never a bite, and If
there had been, the fish was safe, for he
was entirely unconscious 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, there hullo, I say! How
are ye? Nice morning this Got any
fish? Have any bites How dye get
over there? I've been fishing two hours;
nary bite. I see you have long boots on;
vail you take to carry me over? Don't
want to get my feet wet. I'll pay you
well what'll you takea
Here he paused long enough for Mr..
Webster, who had all this time been sur
veying the speaker "a slight-built, dandi
fed YOUTH, to ask:
"What Will you give p
"Well, quarter; that's 'nough amt
it,?
"Well, yes [ suppose it is.
So, quietly laying down his rcd, he
took his way to our Boston boy, Joe D.,
who, by the way, was as good fellow
as ever sold tape he was now on three
days furlough, and bound to crowd all
the fishing, sea-bathing, and sightseeing
seasons into the allotted three days time,
and one was rapidly passing away. Mr..
Webster seated himself on the bank,
Joe mounted his shoulders, and, like
Caesar, whom Cassius from the rag
ing Tiber bore, SO Joe upon the god
like shoulders safely crossed the stream.
The, quarter quickly changed hands
Mr.. Webster quietly settled into his
accustomed seat, while Joe, ON further
pleasure bent, fastened up the stream.
Tired and hungry, he returned rather
late for dinner, and passed into the din
ing-room, where the guests were en-
gagged in the last act Of the drama. Our
Bostonian, however, fell to with an APP
petite sharpened by his morning exer-
else, and with a 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 re-
quested Mr.. Webster to relate his morn
ing adventures. Joe looked up, and
followed with his own the direction OF
all other eyes he beheld his morning
Kneas. Turning to his nearest neigh
Dor, he asked: '.Who is that?'
"That! Why that's Daniel Web.
ster."
He found no further use for his knife
and fork, and was silently leaving the
table when Mr.. Webster now recognized
him; with look or a nod doe could
never tell which) he detained him and
requested him to take Wine Joe took
the wine with trembling hand, and,
with look of earnest entreaty, begged
Mr.. Webster not to relate the circum-
stance which occurred in the morning.
Mr.. Webster replied: "You should
not be ashamed of the adventure, since
there is no young man IN the county,
however lofty his aspirations, that will
be likely to attain the position you this
morning occupied"
Joe left 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 sobriquet OF
'Dan. "-Goldc1a Rule