McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1883-10-25
Riding q Blacklist.

,or. PHILADELPHIA Times.

"You're the man," said one of the
listeners, "who killed whale single
handed, aren't you?" was asked of
Capt. Lish Flicker, champion fighter,
revivalist and exhorter of all the coun-
try about Booth Bay, Me. ....
"Well," replied the captain, after he
had finished whistling strain of what
is Familiarity known as the "No. 2 selec-
tion," 81 am about the last man to talk
about his own doin's. but sence you put
a leading question I'm 'bleeged to say
I'm the Identical old man, but it wasn't
a whale, only blackfish-wuss, calls
'em. Ye see, afore old Grimes was
dead he and used tew do considerable
seining, and he'd abaout all aour ready
cash sailed daown in nets. One morn
in we'd jest got 'em aout and
old Grimes he'd gone off on some
chore, when 1 see somethin' big and
black risin' right in the net. Fust L
thought it was whale, then | see it
was blackfsh. was in the dory and
the only thing in it was a bit of broken
scythe that we'd used for cleanin' fish,
so | showed off and in q minute was
alongside of the critter and him in wa
ter not over six foot. CROWN mad l
jest hoped aout on tew his back and
fetched him jab and off he went, a.
runnln' high and dry ashore. I aout
with the scythe agin and fetched him
another hit, land when he ran ashore
agin 1 reached daown and cut his
thro't and got knock side O. the
head that raised me abaout ten foot. 1
landed knee-deep in the blood-red wa
ter head first, and when l picked my
self up [ see the critter a-wallowin'
off. Grabbing the scythe l jumped on
his back and fetched him another jab,
and that settled it,
THE BAD EFFECTS OF UNUSUAL DIET.
eyes, have drunk whales milk. A
caow whale with young KEN inter Deer
Island spell ago and hull party of us
tried it jest to say we had. I was took
with spell that night, and when 1 was
done heavin' ye'd never a knowd me.
The milk was the richest, sweetest,
creamy stuff We ever see; good for the
infant whale, reckon, but no use ter
me if l was a starvin'. [ have been
asked a dozen times by these doctors to
explain my feelins, and ain It ever been
able tew do it justice. 1t seems was
seasick on my port side and had mas
ter collie tew starboard, and they was
changin' sides every minute and gittin'
mixed. 1 never think O. the stuff with
out fallin' from grace.
81 sell a heap of thinkers tew the fac
tory" continued the old deacon, yank-
ing savagely at dessicated sculpin that
had been entangled in net, shut
mackerel is gone daown. I hev seen
the time when the hull bay was so chock
full the fish'd be pushed aout of the
water as We pulled along. Why" and
here he peered around at his listeners
as if to gauge their limit, 81 was settin'
in my bot off Niger Island one day last
August fishin', when 1 heard a kind o.
rushin' sound, and lookin up I see q
black mass o. fish comm inter the bay,
hoppin' and jumpin' jest like they was
tryin' to git aout o. the wet. First
knowed a No. 1 extra lept intew my
lap, another landed on my head and
intew the bot they KEN, two or three at
a time, so't hauled in my jib and
to clean 'em. But they
kept knockin' agin my hands and KEN
faster, and in abaout ten minutes the
bot was half full and they commin' in
wuss and wuss. I began tew git scarf,
so I hauled in the killick, but it got
afoul in the kelp and fish, and afore I
got her clear the bot was full tew the
seats, and by the time 1 got it up the
h,1,.sa1 - so.l4
lookin' round I see her chock tew the
gunwales and the fish aslidin' over
board, and the next minute she settled;
never see her since.''
"But how did you get ashore?" asked
an incredulous listener.
"Why," said the old man, "the bay
was solid, and 1 walked ashore on the
fish,"
The Negro Preacher.