Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1880-08-13

| thrice around the circuit i'll the time he
had consumed to do it once before, and
wrought final wreck and desolation upon
such scattering matter as he had afore-
| time overlooked and spared then per
ceiying that the swarm clouded the AIR
about us, he was minded to fly the place,
and leave the creatures behind-where-
fore, uplifting his tail and bowing his
head, he went storining down .he road,
praising God with loud voice, and IN
shorter space than wholesome pulse
might take to beat hundred was mile
upon his way-but alack, SO also were
the bees. | noted not whittier he tended.
was dead to all things but the bees and
the miserable torment; the first admon-
ishment l had that my true troubles was
but now at hand, was wild afirightened
murmur that broke upon my ear, then
through those satin eye-holes l shot Il
glance, and beheld my fathers devout
multitude of fools scrambling and
skurrying to right and left with the ter
rors of perdition in their souls; and one
little instant after, I, helmeted, sworded,
plumed, and blazing in that strange un-
earthly panoply of hot satin, tore into
the midst, on my roaring bull, land my
father and his ancient witch being in the
way. we struck them, full and fair, and
| all the four went down together, Sir
Humphrey crying out, in the Joy of his
heart, Sec It's the master devil himself,
and twas that hailed him forth =
marvel your Majesty should laugh 1
see naught in it Of n merry sort, but only
bitterness Lord, it was pitiful to see
how the wrathful bees did assault the
holy congregation and harry them, turn
ing their meek and godly prayers into
profane cursings and blasphemous exc
crations, while the whole multitude,
even down to the aged mothers in Israel
and frosty y-headed patriachs, did wildly
skip and prance in the buzzing air, and
thrash their arms about, and tumble and
sprawl over one another in mad endeav-
or to flee the horrid place. And there, in
the grass, my good father rolled and toss
ed, hither and thither, and everywhere
being sore beset with the bees-deliver-
ing howl of rage with every prod he
got-ah, good my liege, thou shouldst
have heard him curse and pray!-and yet,
amidst all his woes, still found his i'm
mortal vanity room and opportunity to
vent itself and so, from time to time
shouted he with glad voice. saying, Il
wrought to bring forth one devil, and
have emptied the courts of hell.'
1 was found out, my prince-ah,
prithee spare me the telling what hap
pened to me then | smart with the bare
hint of it. My tale is done, my lord.
When thou didst ask me yesterday what
could mean by the strange reply made
to the lady Elizabeth, Ihumbly begged
thee to wait another time, and privacy.
The thing / said to her grace was this
n maxim which l did build out of mine
own head All superfuity is not wealth !;
if bee-stings were farthings, there was
day when Billion parish had been rich. "
MARX TWAIN.
Hartford, June, 1880.
Shark Fishing.
LrrrLY rIscAToRIAL EXPERIENCE AT NAN
TUCKET.
This is the way Springfield man de-
scribes his rk-fshing experience at
Nantucket, after the Burlington Hawk-
tyc mans fashion / wish you had been
here n few days ago and gone out 'shark
ing" with us. Eight went in whale
boat, and caught nine in about two hours.
We have great iron hooks covered with
small fish eight feet of chain are attach
ed to the hook, and then sixty feet of
rope strong enough to hold horse We
let the bait sink to the bottom and wait
in tranquility for bite. By and by
there is n gentle tug at the hook, or
sensation" as some of our party called
called it-easy--slow-you are not quite
certain whether he is there-you hold
your breath-whisper to your compan-
ions, Hush I've got one y The shark
starts off with the bait, you let him run
about yard, then with one mighty yerk
fasten the hook in his mouth and haul in.
That is where the fun begins. If you
ever lived f-.-., anu trIeu TO 1cfu
wouldn't go at all one minute, and then
bound to go both sides of the road at
once, then to go backward, and then to
climb trees,-you can imagine what it is
to haul in a shark
You yell all the time, You must yell !;
you can't help it. You feel that if you
don't yell you won't get the shark. Your
companions begin to yell. Hand over
hand you ting in the line You stop yell
ing for minute, and inch by inch the
shark takes the line out he brings your
hands clean down to the gunwale. You
rally, brace your feet-give another yell
The crew help you pull they yell-they
speak encouraging words to you. You
puff and yell, and pant and howl, and
strain hand over hand, while the crew
shout, Hang to him p Whack go your
knuckles against the gunwales, but you
still hang and yell. Just when you feel
as if you couldn't pull another pound,
his great ugly head comes in sight. Then
you give big yell, and right in the
midst of it the shark gives hounce and
pours bucket of salt water into your
face and breast. You grab the chain
with both hands, lift his head clean out
Of the water, and then the brute plays lie
is an augur, and turns himself over and
over, you think, at the rate of forty times
a minute. Then you yell i'll right down
earnest "Hit him hit him hit him :"
Meantime the crew are not idle Armed
with clubs three feet long, they pound first
his nose this brains lie in his nose) then
the gunwale, then the chain within four
inches of your hand, then his nose again.
The shark stops dodging for moment
few more welts on his nose and he is
"a deader" We get him aboard with
hooks and levers. Then you sit down
and try to draw long breath-perhaps
you will, but didn't l concluded one
was enough for me, and in the future I
would help yell. In the evening went
TO teachers meeting, where the question
came up of the divine care for ANIMALS. |
asked if it was right to take the life of an
animal just for the pleasure of it, and il
was voted NO"
A True story About Animals.