The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1881-07-15
A Fishing Excarsion.

was hsnIng III my lllc, ana j always
wanted to try it. Where can we go!"
"Wcll, there are lots of places around
Brooklyn. Last summer | saw boys
catch good many fish off the dock at
the foot of State street We might 60
there"
Just theplace, conceded Mrs Spoop
| cndykc. "Pcrhaps we can catch some
sardincs. I'll bet II spool of thread can
catch the first shad!' and in her glcc,
Mrs. Spoopcndykc waltzcd across the
floor and back again.
Mr.. Spoopcndyke smiled pleasantly on
his wife aud started out into the yard to
get some worms, while Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke rugged herself up for the pending
| excursion.
SCOT any fish sticks" she asked, as
Mr.. Spoopcndyke returned rather warm
| from his exercise
eve got some fishing rods, if that's
what you mean replied Mr. Spoopen-
dyke. But | could only find tour
worms.
Cant we break EN- in two" inquired
Mrs Spoopondyke, anxiously.
"Could if we had buzz saw grunt
ed Mr.. Spoopcndyke. Come along if
you are coming" and thoroughly equipped
for the expedition, Mr.. and Mrs. Spoop-
| endykc set out for the State street
pier
GLOW long before they bite" asked
Mrs. Spoopendyke, hosting her hook out
the water and examining the point of a
worm her husband had impaled thereon.
They'll probably bite at that rs soon
as they can borrow step-ladder,' re
torted Mr.. Spoopendyke, cyeing the
dangling hook. IF you calculate to
get any fish you had better let that thing
down into the water"
"Oh!' said Mrs. Spoopendyie, cycling
the dangling hook. "Do you think |
could catch gold-tish!" she inquired af
ter pause.
Ill! hold or! there, lost him. ejac-
ulated Mr.. Spoopcndykc, firing his hook
up toward the Heights
80 did |" chmed Mrs Spoopcndykr,
as she fell over backward and shot her
Sinkcr into Mr.. Spoopendyes ear II de
clare we both lost him D."
What are you doing?" demanded Mr.
Spoopeudyke. "What did ye lose?
When am pulling in fish you just sit
still, will ye? Think my head 5 fish
pond? Drop it, tell ye! drop it in the
water There! Now, sit still and fish.
Another time I'm pulling in Spanish
mackerel you let things alone. You
made me lose that fish.
"You ought 10 have caught him." said
Mrs. Spoopendyke, e,soothingly,'y Gu fished
splendidly for him
II understand the business rejoined
Mr.. Spoopendykc, somewhat molli fed.
you see he didn't even get the bait,
big as he was.
I'm glad of that, because we've only
got three worms left. How I'd like to
catch an oyster Do you know I
"lIist! Sh-h-h Quiet now! I've got
him! See me play him! Now III fetch
him!" and Mr.. Spoopendyke reeled in
until he landed an old boot.
II didn't know that fish had burrs on
like chestnut, said Mrs. Spoopcndkye
quivering with excitement. "Crack him.
and let $ see what lie is.
Crack your grandmother snortcd
Mr. Spoopcndyke, sheing the boot VI
the pier "llc wasn't good to eat any
way. I'll get something"
whats the matter with my stick
Let go. you nasty thing! Here's
another onc Quickr
'Pull him in, can't ye! You've got /;
bite. Haul up!' cried Mr.. Spoopendykc
trying to untangle himself from his lin,
and help his wife. Lift him out of th'
water!"
"IIe won't let me" squcaked Mrs
Spoopendykc, holding both arms out a
full length. "Tako him off Scat G'
way you monster!
Lift your pole straight mp in the air!
=, shouted Mr.. Spoopendyke, Hoist the do'
gasted thing right up!'
Mrs Spoopendyke eXerted herself, am
l disclosed an eel dangling
"Its a rattlesnake! she yelled, "Don'
: 90 near him fire murder! police pc
lice-c-c y
"Hold your yawp,will ye?" bawled MI
Spoopendyke. Get him over the dock $
| can catch him! what are you holding hir
!, out there for? Waiting for him to dry
i Stick that pole straight up in the air,
e tell yel"
eI Mrs. Spoopendykc threw the pole owe
e her shoulder, and Topped the eel int
Mr.. Spoopendykes countenance.
>, "Dod gast the measly eel" he howle
as he spit it out. ''Stopwaving that slal
? basted lightningrod like flag will YOU
Hold it still, | say Think you're
n tree?'
. Don't touch him throw him owe
II board? He'll sting you to DEATH" gu
u gled Mrs. Spoopendyke, and forgettin
2. that the pole still exercised an intluenC
k over the eel, she gave it a jerk, and
n slipped through Mr.. Spoopendyke
IL fingers. That gentleman made sprin
is for it and swashed into the water.
IT "Heu! blab! baa! waggle, glu, hi
n ga, gaggle! sputtered Mr.. Spoopendyk
le as some lightermen fished him out.
/ "Did you catch cold, dear ?" inquire
- Mrs. Spoopendyke,with solicitude as the
made their way home.
,e "If / did, landed it," growled NJ
h Spoopendyke, blowing mud like the e.
haust of a tug.
n 'Any way, | caught an eel, didn't |
asked Mrs, Spoopendyke, carrying o,
| the WomanS s ldca OF comforting q ma
,e with the only thing he don't want to hei
about.
Ie "Oh! you caught it," ripped NJ
it Spoopendyke. "You're fish woma
you are, All you want now isglass sid
e and some bubbles running through yc
n to be an aquarium Another time v
both 60 fishing you stay home! YC
,r hear ?"
And with this novel mathematic
is suggestion, Mr.. Spoopendyke hnnt'
n, himself to his domicile, and took I'll
Fl sweat, Br0Oki5n Edgle.
he A correspondent of the "Amcrici
ID Cultivator," plants a sunflower seed
each hill of beans, the stock answeriI
pr the same purpose as the ordinary BET
ls pole, besides providing an eXoellent fe