Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1879-11-29
DIR. CROsBY,s BOILED TROUT.


DIR. CRosBrs BOILED TROUT.
why it Blazed Up when the Cook
Tried to BrOil 1t.
NEW YORK, Nov. 7.-'Speaking of fish, said
the man at the head of the table, Ibid you ever
hear about DR.. Crosby's famous Minnesota
IrouI! N. n0I Wen, the story isn't bad one.
Hold on there" from one of the boarders.
Let this thing be started right. What DR..
CROSBY 90 you mean-the preacher"
any note in New York. Well, the story is a fact,
gentlemen; every word is true as the Gospel
that DIR. Crosby breaches to his respectable con-
gregation. There's no need to say that the Doc
tor is not sporting man; everybody knows
that; In fact, he leans toward Puritanism
OF sport that he does like and that is trout fish
ing. Most preachers like to Off go fishing once in
while. Perhaps 1t runs in the cloth. The first
preachers, you Know, were fishermen and"-
oh, come; give us the story, not a sermon"
Gan right Well, one dav when DR.. Crosby
got home after busy morning, he found In his
an expressman during his absence. There was
nothing on 1t to tell where 1t had come from or
What 1t contained, and after examining 1t care
fully the Doctor decided to put 1t away tn he
he Satd but it may be some sort of an Internal
machine7' 1t is best to be on the safe side. SO
he put the box away In case that he locked Sc
curely, so that no member OF his household
should have chance to NEEDLE with the mys-
terry, and perhaps be blown to pieces.
1T remained locked up week, and mott word
came to throw light on the contents OF that
box. The Doctors curiosity became greater
every day, and at last he decided to run the risk
OF opening the box and finding out what was in
the lid and peeped inside. Nothing dangerous
looking here The box was simply covering
for another box, made Of tin, and sealed ali
and the tin box then underwent an eXamina-
ton. 1t was about foot and half long, and
some eight inches WIDE and small label marked
Trout met the Doctors eyes. Pshaw, it was
only trout, after all, or perhaps dozen trout.
Some friend had sent him present. and here
he had been agitating his nerves about some
mysterious and diabolical continuance to MUIR
der him..
.The tin box was opened in minutes and
the Doctor Toasted his eyes on the lovliest trout
he had ever seen. 1t was three-pounder, at
least, and not the slightest suggestion OF age
aboutit. 1t was perfectly marvellous how that
trout remained so fresh, but fresh it was, any
way, so far as appearance went, and looking
as though it hadn't been out of the water an
hour.
'.The trout was sent to the cook with orders
to broil it for dinner. The cook proceeded to
trout was queer fish. The moment he put it
on the broiler it became enveloped in blaze.
She whipped it off, threw some water on it, and
tried again. Another blaze; off again, some
more water, back on the broiler, and blazing
away once more. What the devils the matther
wild the craythur, any way?' said the cook;
SURF IL ISL d ISL dl oil, DuU SOuleUnln Dau.
After half dozen attempts to broil the trout,
according to orders, and each one producing
blue flame that threatened to make work for
firemen, the cook decided to boil the fish in
stead OF broiling 1t. This worked all right, and
in an hour the dinner was served with the big
trout occupying the place OF honor on the table.
Dr. Crosby could not fail to notice that the fish
had been boiled instead of broied. and when
the cook explained that it persisted in blazing
away every time she had put it on the fire he
was satisfied, though he thought the circum-
rot hnr CTR Drlfrn
''Grace was Said-the Doctor always makes it
point to say grace before meals-and the din
ner began. Portions of the fine trout were
served around, and the Doctor himself was the
first to begin eating. The taste Of the trout did
not seem to please him. His amazement, his
surprise was Instantly visible in the expression
of his eyes, not to speak OF a very singular one
around his mouth other members of the
family followed, and they, too, seemed to have
something on their minds. My dear, said the
Doctor to his excellent WIFE this trout seems to
was the response, while oh, my! what a queer
fish! oh, the dreadful thingv echoed around the
table. Something was the matter with the
trout, certainly. 1t was not spoiled, but it was
decidedly stale, and the flavor of it was so odd.
Take it away, said the Doctor; wen make out
a dinner without it. 1 really can't imagine
what sort of water that trout was caught in
THE fish was put away and the dinner went
on, but before 1t was over the postman called
and left some letters. These were handed to
the Doctor at the table, and he opened the first
WV.
smile, and IL was not long before the smile broke
into laugh that made him shake in his chair
He laughed and laughed, and seemed unable to
stop, and when his wife asked him what amused
him SO much, he just managed to say: oh, dear,
that fish, and went off again. After ten min
utes or so, he was able to control himself suffi-
Gent to explain. The letter was from man in
Minnesota, who said the Doctor had once done
him kindness which he had not forgotten. He
had been wishing long time to be able to show
his gratitude, and it mad finally occurred to him
to send the Doctor good specimen of Minne-
sofa trout, knowing as he did, the Doctors
fOndneSS for the SdlfflO fOntilldliS family This
particular trout, he went on to say was one of
the finest ever caught in Minnesota, and it had
been preserved in alcohol for three years. Re-
GREETING that he could not send something more
worthy, but believing that the Doctor would APP
preciate the trout, he remained, &C. That's the
story of DR.. .Crosby's Minnesota trout 1t was
too good to be kept In the family, so it got out
among the Doctors friends, and they still tell it
with relish. He was presented some time
afterward with piece of table ware, orna-
mented with selections from natural history,
and among other things the figure OF fish. To
the fish was tackled a ticket inscribed: "This Is
not a Minnesota trout,"-[DstrOU Free Press.