Morning journal and courier., 1881-03-03

of Uncle Jacob, and with twinkle of the eye, as much as to say Jacob knew thing or two and could always be found where there was good hunting or good fishing. He took to these sports in later life exclusively. He worked for many years at brickmaking and all around there was not to be found a better brick-maler than he. Especially as brick-burner he was unexcelled, and after he had given up regular work at the business he was in demand to superintend burnings. He never lost his interest in brickmaking ever after the introduction of the new tangled machines which superseded the old way of making each brick by hand, when the old hand-striking machines were used. He kept at the brick business until past middle life, when, his family having grown up, he betook himself to the rivers and streams and woods, and became, as we have outlined, such an adept at hunting and fishing and field sports in general, that the following lines by Burns will apply to him:
 Now safe the stately salmon sail
 And trouts be-dropped with crimson hail.
 And cells well kenned for souple tail
 And geds for greed Since dark in Deaths fish creel we vail Tam Samson dead.
 
 Ye cootie moorcocks crousely craw;
 Ye maukins, cock your full flu brau
 Withouten dread
 Your mortal foe is now ava
 Tam Sanson's dead
 He loved to get away with his fishing tackle and fish by the hour. He knew when to go and where to go. Hewas hardy and used to all kinds of weather. The house where he resided alone for years after the death of his wife was headquarters for ev erything in it's season,-for muskrat skins, for pigeon snared alive shot, fox skins, rabbits, partridges, quail, woodcock, trout, shad, etc., etc. He was very expert in shoot ing and fishing. His sight was keen and good until the last of life. As old friends say, 'If there was a fish in the river he knew about it, :" and woe be to the members of the fnny tribe if Uncle Jacob had set his eyes or heart on having them. He had good luck if anybody did, or if there was anything to be got. Of course he was an authority on all these subjects, and if anybody wanted to get ''the facts in the easel Uncle Jacob was sure to know if anybody did. He was au- thority all the way along the river for five or six miles. Many a time has he fshed at Newmans Point one of the old shad fishing grounds, at Sackett's Point and at Red Bank and Dutch Cove; and at Spruce Bank and Ducking Cove he had some of his very best luck in ducking. Townsmen say he was noted all about good cook that is, any thing that came to him as spells from water, land air, he knew how to fix up in the most savory and gustatory fashion. So was there to be gathering of masculines with 8 'feed" attached to it, Uncle Jacob was indis- pensable, and his cooking made the affair complete. It is even rumored that away back, many and many years ago, Uncle Jake used to handle the fiddle bow at balls and par ties, but here the chronicles vary and are misty. He was great snarer of partridges and rabbits, and used to net, as well as shoot, great many pigeons If anybody wanted skunk oil, Uncle Jake's was the place to get it, and many rheumatic old bones have seemed to get new life and the limbs new suppleness by the use of the talismanic oil which Uncle Jacob could always provide His chemical knowledge was limited, and he had no scientific process of distillation, but the oil was always the genuine article, and, as old people used to say who had long tried it, it's effect was magical. Uncle Jacob all ways took delight in having one good pig about his premises, and was never averse to showing it to anybody approaching fine porker. His sympathies were alive and quick to the first indications of the approach of birds or other game. But, speaking of porkers, it may be said that there was hardly pig for miles around but it was destined to come to it's untimely end and utter it's expir- ing tones at the hands of Uncle Jake, for in this service no one would do but he. All wis., itors who chanced his way, es- pecially hunters, passing near his home, were sure to find something interesting at Uncle Jacobs, and many and many turtle has he kept in barrel of water near his home until fatted enough for the market. 'eWhat do you feed them on Uncle Jacob,' was aquestion he was apt to answer laconically "On air.' His house was the place to get turtle oil, which he collected by the boiling process. It was interesting to drop in and see the old man while the cauldron was on, but there were no Macbeth witches around to utter and mutter incantations. Many visit had he paid to this city, and he never failed to bring on such occasions some of the trophies of his skill, for which he always found market with his genial friend MT. David Cowell, the restauranteur Uncle Jake liked to have folks drop in and chat with him, and was social and neighborly, and sometimes called on the minister, whom he regarded with friendly eyes, although in late years he let his hymn books get dusty. Uncle Jacob always caleu- lated to do about right and thus his theolog- ical creed was very simple He retained his customary average good health until he was seized with pneumonia, which in a few days terminated his life. He will be much missed in the old town whose woods and streams and people he loved.