The Russellville Democrat., 1881-02-03

never calls the wrong names. Uncle Jo
 has the floor:
 got up early, because the mosquitoe
 were so yillainous hungry and ha, eaten holes through the bar until it wa completely honeycombed. Iarose befor It was light and saw that it was perfectl, still, with just breath of air blowin, from the gulf. l saw this from the di rection of the gulf clouds rather thar from feeling the motion of the wind.
 knew when 1t began to blow it would bring in a good tide. I didn't wait nor, than minute before l determined t. go down and try it at Red Fish lake. hitched up my horse and buggy, got my | gun, cast-lines and net, my fishing roc with iron point, and drove off before i was light enough to see the trail that lee to the point.
 Oh, wasn't it glorious to see the morn. ing sky, with it's glowing, furnished rec in the east, with few fleecy gulf cloud. sailing about like ships on deep blue sea. l went jogging along and enjoying the fresh morning air 1 made slow headway, because the prairie was full O cracks, and my horse was fearfully afraid of getting his foot into them. He was native, and knew how to miss 'em. Ar American horse often gets his leg broken or dislocated by stepping into these cracks, and never learns anything about them until he has broken two or three legs and becomes hip-shotten in the rest.
 All at once the sun shot up over the level prairie, looking red as fire; the next five minutes he was shining through the fog bank that swung white and lazy over the Garcitas. l startled up few prairie chickens, and few wolves fled before me as passed clump of mesquite and weesatch bushes. Then, a few hundred yards farther deer came tear ing along right ahead of me, frightened up by the wolves. He was getting away for dear life, and didn't seem to notice me. 1 felt insulted at this slight, and popped away at him. He dropped dead and didn't kick after the ball struck He was daisy, tell you, and so fat his sad. dle could cook itself got out and rip ped him open, and found his stomach full of chile berries. I knew he wouldn't spoil that day, and that he was ready seasoned for the table. It took me some little time to do all this, and when I got back into the buggy the sun was an hour high. The wolves had stopped and were watching me, about three hundred yards off, waiting for what I had left of the deer
 could not help it; I took deliberate aim and fired at the bunch of seven big louars. It was funny to see the excite ment that broke out in that little group. I heard the short sharp yell of the one that was hit. He jumped about six feet in the air and fell scrambling and a laundering. The rest of them turned somersaults and fled like h-l had busted right in the family. They didn't stop to help him, but flew over the prairie, look ing back with side jerk of the head, as they always do.
 Iwent on without stopping to pick up the wolf, and soon reached the head of the point, which you know, is only about twenty or thirty yards across the river to the lake. l stopped my horse here and tied him to the rear of the buggy, so as to let him eat a few ears of corn for his breakfast. l could not drive any farther down the point because it was too mar row to turn around with the buggy.
 The lake was as smooth as glass, and a faint, hazy mist was rising. The river, too, was like glass.
 Oh, it was lovely prospect! The tide was coming in and the mullet and croak- CTS were jumping mighty risky, I found good place, where there were millions of mullet threw me net and drew out about one hundred. I picked out the few l wanted and empted the rest back into the lake. So 1 proceeded down the point with my gun, cast-lines and tackle and few mullet. I had to walk slowly with my load, and had gone about half way down to the extreme point when I found young alligator lying just across my path, which was now not more than six feet wide. The little baby alligator was bas<ing in the morning sun and was luxurious cuss. He looked at me, as much as to say, q won't get out of the way" 1 couldn't stand such impudence in the rascal, so let him have it under the shoulder. He keeled over on his back and gave it up. I laid down my gun and cut out with knife some tender pieces for bait I left both me knife and gun by his side and proceeded down to the point to fish.
 never saw prettier morning in all my life, for red fish. The tide was in and fretting among the sea weeds The bright rose-colored flowers of the sea convolvu- lus were wet with dew and as bright and beautiful as anything could be. The yell low flower of the cactus gleamed like gold on this narrow ledge of land as went down with nothing but my rod and lines.
 l saw that the water was all right, with its glassy surface broken only by the small fly when the big ones pursued them. I planted myself at the last extreme clump of sea-weed; baited my cast-line and threw it out fifty yards into the lake. Before I had time to take up my rod, felt jerk. I drew in, and found had hooked something that pulled like two-year-old calf. When got him in, it was a splendid red fish about three feet long and weighing about thirty pounds.
 Again, cast my lines and caught an- other just as large. cut out their gills and tied them so they could not flounce off the point. This fun lasted about an hour, and l was getting little tired of so much sport, because the fish played and pulled like little bull-calyes. My arms were tired of using the cast-line, and I took up my iron-pointed flashing reed and prepared to bait it and fish for the smaller fry of sheep-head and croaker
 I heard loud blowing snort behind me, and thought it was my horse I heard it again and paid no attention to it. The third time that l heard it, ob- served that the surface of the river was sprinkled with little knotty chips, that seemed to be all floating toward me- These chip-looking knots knew were