The Benton weekly record. [volume] (Benton, Mont.) 1880-1885, 1881-09-15
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sq1ealed Mrs. Spoopondyke. Il never
was fishing in my live, and always want
ed 10 try it. Where can We go2"
"Well, there are lots Of places around
Brooklyn. Last summer [ saw tho boys
catch good many fish off the dock &C the
foot Of State street. We might so there =
.sJust the place." conceded Mrs. spoop-
endgl<c. Perhaps we can catch some
sarelines. I'll bet a spool Of thread | get
the first slaad,' and Ia her glee Mrs.
spoopendylSe waItzed across The room and
back again.
Mr. Spoopendyke smiled pleasantly up
Oh his wife and started out into the yard
TO getson1e worms, while Mrs. spoopen-
dyke riggcd herself up for the pending ex-
oursion.
stGot any fisil-sacka2" she asked, IL Mr.
spoopendyke returned rather warm from
his exercise.
We got some 1islaine-rod6, ii that's
what you mean,' replied Air. Spoopen-
dyke, .sbtlt could only findfour worms. =
Cant we break e11l III tWo?n inquired
Mrs. spoopendyke, anxio,aly.
| Gould Il We had buzz-aaw," grunted
Mr.. spoopendyke. "Colne along Il you re
coning;;' and thoroughly equipped for
the expedition, Mr. and Mrs. spoopendye
5ct our for the State street pier.
sslIoW long before they bite2n asked
Mrs. spoopendyke, hosting her hook out
Of the water, and examining the point Of
a worrn her husband had impaIed there
on.
They'll probably bite at that as soon as
they can borrow.a step Iadder,' retorted
Mr.. Spoopentiyko, eying the dangling
hook. tsIf you calculate 10 get any fish,
you'd better lct that thing down III the
water. y
"Oh." said Mrs. spoopendyke, drop
ping the hook. ssDo you think could
catch gold fisla2', she inquired, after q
pause.
tsHi! hold on. There, lost him.! !" ejac-
ulated Dir. spoopendyke, firing his hook
up towards the Hights.
$50 did I.' chtmed III Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, as she fell over backward and shot
her sinker into Mr. spoopendyke's ear !;
II declare we both lost hinn!''
s4Wh hat Sc doing2'' demanded Mr..
spoopendyke. "1Vhat did We lose? When
In, pulling in fish, you Just sit still, will
ye, drop it IN the water. There. Now
sit still and fish. Another TIME I'm I,nII-
ing il. q Spanish mackerel, you let things
alone. YOU made me lose =thattisIl
You ought to have caught him. said
Mrs. spoopendyAe, sootIingly;; 'syou fish
cd splendidly for him.
II understand the business rejoined
Mr.. Spoopendyke, somewhat mollitieds
You see he didn't even get the bait, big
ts he was
ssI'u1 glad of=that, because we, We only
got three worms left. How I'd like to
catch al oyster! DO you know II
''I1ist1 SI1-h-Il! Quiet now. I've got
him.. See me play mimi Now, I'll fetch
him. and Mr.. Spoopendyke reeled IN un-
Ill he landed an old boot.
II didn't know that fish had brrrs on,
Ike 4 chestnut said Mrs. spoopendyke,
quiveling with excitement ssCrack him,
and let's see what he Is.
tCracS your grandmother snorted
Mr. Spoopendyke, ahying the boot up the
pier. 'sIIe5 wasn't good to eat, anyway I'll
get something
whats the matter with my stickp Let
go, you nasty thing2 Here's another one
Quick2''
.s.Pull HMM, can't ye! You've got a
bite. Haul upl'' cried Mr.. spoopen-
dyke, trying to untangle himself from his
line and help his wife. Lift him out. .
the Watcr!7
s.He WON'T lei ne,''. sqleaked MIS-
spoopendyke, holding both arms out at
full length. .sIalke him off! scatt Go
way, you monsterl''
<tLift your pole straight up IN the air y
shouted Mr. spoopendyke. NHoist the
dogasted thing right upI"
Mrs. spoopendyke exerted herself and
disclosed III eel, dangling.
ssIt's a rattlesnake p she yelled. .Don't
go near him. fire. fire, murder! police
police-e-e -
"Hold your yawp, will yeso bawled
| Mr.. spoopendyke. Get him over the
dock so can catch him. What Ye hold
| ing him ont there for? Waiting for him
to dry? Stick that pole strAight up IN the
air, tell ye.''
Mrs. spoopendyke threw tho pole owe,
her shoulder, and topped the eel into Mr..
/ fspoonendl countenance.
- s.Dod-gast the measlg eef.'' he howled
as he spit It out. stop waving that slam
blasted lightning rod like flag will yei
! Hold it still, I say Think yon're.a tree p
I Don't touch him. Throw him over
board .He'l sting you 70 death e. gurgleG
Mrs. snoopendyke, and forgetting that tfe
/ pole still exercised al influence over the eel
she gave it q jerk, and it slipped through
Mr.. Spoopendyke's fingers. That gentle
man made q spring fo1. it, and swashed in
TO the water.
lieu: blab! haaz waggle, hie, "a, gag
glen' sputtered Mr.. spoopendyke, q
Hsone lighter men fished him out.
you catch cold, dear2" inquired
Mrs. .spoope pend Ike, with solieitude, as the,
Il ! 81 Y. & 4 s.