The Wilmingtonian. (Wilmington, Del.) 1882-188?, 1884-08-02

building lines of cities, the hard perpendicu-
lars and the smoky air, to the graceful undu-
lations, the perfect freedom and the blue
sky of the country! The after-dinner pipe
in the wood-shed, with the chickens pecking
at your shoe-tips and the Watchdog probing
your outstretched hand with his wet nose;
the grand dame who has been sitting in the
same porch day after day since she was a
child, nigh seventy years ago; the little
grand daughter, shy and demure at first, but
who gravey answers your query as to where
the fish take shelter in wet weather, by a
response that she supposes they get under
the bvidge oh the Countryside country
who would live in city one hour, if it were
not for the memorable law of destiny and
daily bread!
| The calumet smoked, the question arises,
evil thee return to the fshingP" for the
hospitable host, like most people about
Chadd's Ford, is member of the Society of
Friends. Here let the writer be permitted to
interpose note of admiration for the
Friends-the champions of frugality, NOR
ality, liberty and equality, in every land and
every CLINE, first, last and all the time.
Orthodox or unorthodox, they are friends in
need and Friends indeed, although they do
support Mr. Blaine and believe in Harriet
Beeeber Stowe.
But the tishing2 The hostess significantly
exhibits an empty wash-o bowl, and seems to
intimate that the work of scaling and clean
ing our catch for supper will not be one of
the labors of Hercules. Those bass must be
10 tll-coming by p, m. if we have to dyna-
mite the bed of the river So once more the
' rarity adiourns to the creek-side, to bake and
' pa ch in the rays of the SIN.
: Miss Anna the grand child before men,
toned, has begun to suspect that there is
something absurd in the idea of fish that
live in the water, having to get under shelter
: out of the rain. On our way down this con.
I viction is strengthened in her mind, and she
listens to other fish stories with dubiety
e plainly expressed on her countenance
, Finally she seats herself on a log, anc
d become lost in reflection, watching the flies
e as they hutter on the treacherous surface o
it the stream, where the fall fish and ''srrnnies
e lie in waiting for them, and receive them, lik
IL small favors, thankfully.
Plenty of fishermen, but no fish. The has
S are there, for ever and anon they give
d frislly plunge on the surface, with a kink o
+. the tail and leer of the eye, as if to say
a Don't you wish you may get ?' Some @
10 the anglers give up in disgust; others mute
N words that would be considered a little on
g of place at camp-meetng; Others agail
ne form themselves into committee of critic
lie on tue sketches which the writer is taking
a These critics are frank; painfully 50. The
in a half-pound bass the first Of the day,
brought to bank and dsdainfully cast asid
at by the captor. Then another long paus
it and new figure arrives on the scene.
le The stranger is huge, powerful man, wi
its might be Depocratic candidate for til
he Presidency seeing that he is an honest ms
ed weighing all the way up to 200 Tbs. He
ur so sunburned that he might be taken for
Id gentleman of color. In his hand is NIGH
a pole, armed with a reel, long line al
in. cruel looking hooks, to which are attach'
is (under protest. catfish and 'crab" ga,
ad three inches long. He wades into the strea
ed literally up to his arm-pits. The fisherm'
ly- on the bank roar with laughter, but o.
pes quiet quaker host gravely remarks that
the any bass are to be caught, this is the fello
who is going to catch them.
ass An hour rolls by. The individual in t
of creek seems to be missing link betwe
gh man and the amphibia for he wades ashC
are again, and sits down in his soaked undo
in shirt and dripping oyeralls, lights a Gig
VS. and sun-dties himself as if such things
of rheumatism, pneumonia aud peritonitis W.
of fictons of sportive imagination. He su
tor mits to an unmercitul quizzing finishes
a cigar aud resumes, while the anglers dive
ter themselves with chasing to destruction
nv luckless squirrel which has barled up ii
he ON the water's edge. They have to k
hes something, and the squirrel forms the pI
as pitiatnry sacrifice.
ich The swiftly sinking sun admonishes t
on, writer that it is time to hurry up for t
18th return train. He has been chuekling, Ii
.em the rest, over the failure of the amphibiC
dja- sportsman But, at the last moment, WI
to the boom Of the approaching train is aim
VIC on the ear, a dearborn comes rushing
the with the big man perched on it, exultn
fer, waving fish more than half as long as
in arm. 1t is yet gasaing-a fine, thick, hei
ion; headed oass--not an ounce less than tn
,out pounds. In truth it was what the Scot
its mau called "maist grand serious fist
,drv Whether the writer did or did not break
ngs Tenth Commandment as he eyed the oil
; Of sided beauty is for the reader to Judge.
$ IN MS hope he will be charitable.