Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1881-07-02
A FISHING EXCURSION.
Mr. ana mrs. spoopendyke 90 ON
Ono.
Brooklyn Eagle.

how would yuu like to 20 fish,
Wouldn't that be perfectly love
"! squeaied Mrs. Spoopendyke
Il never was fishing in my life, and
always wanted to try il. Where
can we gO?'
Well, there are lots of places
around Brooklyn. Last Summer /
saw boys catch a good many fish
off the dock at the foot Of State
street. We might go there
Just the place. conceded Mrs.
Spoopendyke. Perhaps we can
catch some sardines. I'll bet Il
spool of thread / get the first shad z
and in her glee Mrs. Spoopendyke
waltzt'd across the room and back
again.
Mr.. Spoopendyke smiled pleas
antly upon his wife and started out
into the yard to get some worms,
while Mrs. SpOopendyke rugged
herself up for the pending excur-
sion.
Got eny fish sticks p she asked,
as Mr.. Spoopendyke returned, rath-
er warm from his exercise.
I've got some fishing rods, If
that's what you mean, replied Mr..
SpoOpendyke, but could only find
four worms
Can't we break 'em in two?' in
quired Mrs. Spoopendyke, anxious
~.
Gould if we had a buzz saw
grunted Mr.. Spoopendyke. Come
along, if you're coming, and thor
oughly equipped for the expedition.
Mr.. and Mrs. SpoOpendyke set out
for the State street pier.
How long before they bite?'
asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, hosting
her hook out of the water and ex-
amined the point of a worm her
husband had impaled thereon.
They'll probably bite at that as
soon as they can borrow "A step lad
der retOrted Mr.. Spoopendyke,
eyeing the dangling hook. IF YOU
calculate to get any fish, you'd bet
ter let that thing down in the wa
ter
"Ohv said Mrs. Spoopendyke,
dropping the rod. DO you think
could catch a gOldtlsh?' she inquir-
ed after pause.
'Hi! hold onl there, / have lost
himv calculated Mr.. Spoopendyke,
firing his hook up toward the
Heights.
80 did ~ chimed Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke as she fell over backward and
shot her sinker into Mr.. Spo0pen-
dykes ear. Il declare we both lost
himr
what are you dOing?' demanded
Mr.. Spoopendyke. what did we
lose? When I'm pulling i'm fish,
You just sit still, will ye2 Think
my heads a fish pond? Drop il, /
tell ye! drop it in the water. There!
Now sit still and fish. Another
time Pm pulling in "A Spanish
mackerel, you let me alone. You
made me lose that fish,
You ought to have caught him
said Mrs. Spoopendyke, soothingly,
you fished splendidly for him.
i understand the business re-
joined Mr.. Spoopendyke, some
what Modified. You see he didn't
even get the bait, big as he was.'
Pm glad of that, because we've
only got three worms left. How
I'd like to catch AN oyster. DO you
know T.
Hist! Sh-h-hl Quiet nowl I've
got him See me play him! Now
I'll fetch him = aud MI. SpOOpen-
dyke reeled in until he landed an
old boot.
Il didn't know that fish had burrs
on, like chestnut, said Mrs. SpoO-
pendyke, quivering with excite
ment. Crack him and let's see
what he is
Crack your grandmother = snort
ed Mr.. Spoopendyke, shieing the
boot up the pier. lie wasn't good
to eat, anyway. I'll get some
thing
What's the matter with my
stick? Let go, you nasty thing
Here's another one Quick =
Pull him in, can't ye? You've
got bite. Haul upv cried Mr..
SpoopendylSe, trying TO untangle
himself from his line and help his
wife. "Lift him out of the water'
lie won't let me- squeaked Mrs.
Spoopendyke, holding both arms
out at full length. 'Take him Off
Scatl Go way you monster (!
Lift your poll straight up in the
airl shouted Mr.. Spoopendyke.
Hoist the dog gasted thing right
up!
Mrs. Spoopendyke exerted her
self and disclosed an eel, dangling.
ITS a rattlesnake? she yelled.
Don't go near him! Fire! fire
murder police F! police e-eP
Hold your yawp, will ye" bawl-
cd Spoopendyke. Get him over
the dock so / can catch him What
We holding him out there for?
Waiting for him to dry? Stick
that pole straight up in the air, 1
tell ye!'
Mrs. Spoopendyke threw the pole
over her shoulder and iloOped the
eel into Mr.. Spoopendyke's counte-
nance.
bod gast the measly eclp he
bawled, as he spit il out. Stop
waving that slam-basted lightning
rod like a flag, will ye? Hold IL
still, / say! Think you're "A treeP
Don't touch him! Throw him
overheard He'll sting you 10
death, gurgled Mrs. SpoOpendyke,
and forgetting that the pole still eX-
all ilnuCilCG ONtA liit tNif
she gave it "A jerk and il slipped
Mr.. SpOOpendyke's fingers.
That gentleman made spring for
It, and swashed into the water.
'Heu blab! baa wagg'c glu, hic,
ga, gsggle = sputtered Mr.. SpOOpen-
lyke, as some lightmen iished him
out.
Did you catch cold dear?' inquir-
ed Mrs. Spoopendyke, with solicit
Iude, as they made their way
home.
IF did, / landed it, grOwled
Mr.. Spoopendyke, blowing mud
ike the exhaust of a tug.
Anyhow, ] caught AN eel, didn't
~ asked Mrs. SpOOpenhyke, car
rying out the wOman's idea OF COM
forting "A man with the only thing
he don't want to hear about.
'Ohi you caught i'll ripped Mr..
jpoopendyke. YOU'RE fish wO-
wan, you are. All you want now
IS glass sides and some bubbles run
ming through you to be an aquari-
lm! Another time we both go
ishing you stay at homel You
leaTY
And with this novel mathematic-
II suggestion, Mr.. SpOOpcndyke
hurried himself 10 his domicllo and
.ook a rum sweat.
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