Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1884-04-26
A Fishing Excursion.


squealcd Mrs. Spoopendyke. Il never was
fishing in my life, and always wanted
to try it. Where can we goa"
"Well. there are lots OF places around
| Brooklyn. Last summer saw boys catch
good many fish of the dock at the foot
of State street. We might go there"
"Just the place." conceded Mrs. Spoop-
cndyke. "Perhaps we can catch some
sardines. III bet spool of thread | get
the first shadm and in her glee Mrs.
! Spoopend lie waltzcL acrusS the room and
| back again.
Mr.. Spoopcndyke smiled pleasantly on
| his wife and started out into the yard 10
get some worms, while Mrs. Spoopcndykc
rugged herself for the pending excursion.
"Got any fish sticks. =" she asked, rs Mr..
Spoopendyke returned, rather warm from
his exercise.
"I'vc got some fishing rods" If that's
what you mean," replied Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke, but could only find four worms"
Cant we break em in two?" inquired
Mrs. Spoopendykc, anxiously.
"Could if we had buzz saw" gruntcd
Mr.. Spoopendyke. "Come along, il you
are coming" and thoroughly equipped
for the expedition, Mr.. anu Mrs. Spoopcn-
dyke set out for the State street pier, aud
soon had their lines in the water.
"lIow long before they bite:" asked
Mrs. Spoopendyke, hosting her hook out
of the water and examining the point OF u
worm her husband had impalcI thereon.
They'll probably bite ut that as soon
as they can borrow step-laGdcr," sail
Mr.. Spoopcndyke, cycling the dangling
hook. "lf you calculate to get any fish
you had better let that Thing down in the
water"
"Oh!" said Mrs. Spoopcndykc, drop
ping the hook. "Do you think could
catch a goldfish :" she inquired, after u
pause.
"lI hold on. there, lost him :" cjac-
ulated Mr.. Spoopndykc, firing his hook
up toward the Heights.
$50 did !" chimcd Mrs. Spoopcndykc,
as she fell over backward and shot her
sinker into Mr.. Spoopendykc's cap, 81
declare, we both lost him"'
"what ye doinge" demanded Mr..
Spoopcndyke. "What did ye lose? When
Pm pullin' in fish you just SIT still, viii
yc? Think my heads iisli-pond? Drop
it, tell yc. drop II In the water. There!
81 It'll Aeh knnthnr tiUaa 4 mi
pulling ia Spanish mackcrel, YOU let
things alone. You made me lose that
fish,"
"You ought to have caught him." said
MIS-. Spoopcndykc, soothingly, "you
fished splendidly for him"
81 understand the business" rcjoincd
Mr.. Spoopcndyke, somewhat Modified.
"You see he didn't even get the bait, big
rs 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"
"IIist. Sh-h-h! Quiet now! I've got
him. See me play him! Now I'll fetch
him" and Mr.. Spoopendykc rcelcd In
until lie landed an old boot!
81 didn't know that fish had burrs Oh
like chestnut" said Mrs. Sopopcndykc
quivcring with excitement. "Crack him
and let's see what he is."
"CIack your grandmother" snorted
Mr. Spoopendykc, shying the boot up the
pier. lie wasn't good TO eat, anyway.
III get something"
"What's the matter with my stick? Let
go, you nasty thing! Here's another one!
Quick"
"Pull him right in, can't your You've
got bite. Haul up" cried Mr.. Spoop-
endykc, trying to untangle himself from
his line and help his wife. "Lift him out
Of the watcr?"
"IIo won't let mc"' squeakcd Mrs.
Spoopendyke, holding both arms out ut
full length. "Take him or. Go way,
you monster"
"Lft your pole straight up In the air3'
shouted Mr.. Spoopendykc. "lloist the
dod gasted thing right up"
Mrs. Spoopcndyke exerted herself and
disclosed al eel, dangling.
"It's n rattlesnakc :" she yelled. "Don't
20 near him Fire fire murder murder.
police police-e-e"
"IIold your yawp, will yc?" bawlcd
Mr.. Spoopendyke. SECT him over tho
dock so can catch him. What We hold
ing him ont there for? Waiting for him
to dry9 Stick that pole straight up In the
air, tell yc"'
Mrs. Spoopendyke threw the pole over
her shoulder and Topped the eel into Mr.
Spoopendyke's coun;cnancc.
"Dod CAST the mcasly thing" he howl
cd, as hc spit ont. "Stop waving that slam
basted lightning rod like flag, will yc'
Hold It still, say! Think you're tree"
"Don't touch him! Throw him over
board! He'll sting you to death ~ CUR
gled Mrs. Spoopendykc, and forgetting
that the pole still exercised an influence
over the eel. she gave 1t jerk and 1t
slipped through Mr. Spoopendykc's fin
gers. That gentleman made spring for
Ii and swashed into the water.
"IIeu blab bcu waggIe, glu, hic, gah,
gagale :" sputtcred Mr. Spoopendyke, as
some ligIltermen fished him out.
"Did you catch cold, dear!" inquired
Mrs. SpoopeDdyke, with solicitude, as
they made their way home.
"If did I landed it, growlcd Mr.
Spoopendyke, blowing mud Ike the cx-
haust Of tug.
anyway, caught an eel, didn't ~
asked Mrs. Spoopeldyke, carrying OFT