Northwest enterprise. [volume] (Anacortes, Wash. Ter.) 1882-1887, 1884-07-12
The Spoopeudy kes A.fishing.


squealed Mrs. Spoopendyke. ~ never
was fishing in my l:ie. and l always
wanted to try it"
Mr. Spoopendyke smiled pleasantly
upon mis- wife, and started ont into the
yard to get some worms, while Mrs.
Spoopendyke rugged herself up for the
pending excursion.
Got any tish-sticks p she asked, as
Mr.. Spoopendyke returned, rather warm
from his exercise.
i've got some fishing-rods, if that's
what you mean" replied Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke, "but could only And four
worms"
Cant we break 'em in two?" inquired
Mrs. Spoopendyke, anxiously.
"Could if we had buzz-saw," grunt-
ed Mr.. Spoopendyke. Come along, II
you're coming and, thoroughly
equipped for the expedition. Mr.. and
Mrs. Spoopendyke set out for the State
street pier.
"How long before they bite :" asked
Mrs. Spoopendyke, hosting her hook
out Of the water, and examining the
point of a worm her husband had ina
paled thereon.
They'll probably bite at that a.
soon as they can borrow step-ladder,"
retorted Mr.. Spoopendyke, eying the
dangling hook. "lf you calculate to
got any fish. you'd better let that thing
down in the water"
"Oh |" said Mrs. 6poopendyke, drop
ping the hook. "Do you think / could
catch goldfish p she inquired, after
pause.
eli hold on There, lost him y
calculated Mr.. Spoopendyke, firing his
hook up toward the Heights.
80 did Ii" chimed Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, as she fell over backward and shot
her sinker into Mr.. Spoopendyke's ear;
at declare We both lost him |"
"What ye doing?" demanded Mr..
6poopendyke. "Whst did We lose ?
When Fm pulling in ish, you just sit
etill, will YEP Think my heads FISH
pondf Drop it, tell ye drop IL in
the water. There Now 1T still and
fish. Another time Tn pulling in Q
Spanish mackerel, You let things alone.
You made me lose that fish"
"Yo7 ought 10 have caught him."
said Mrs. Spoopendyke, soothingly;
"you fahed splendidly for him."
II understand the business, rejoined
Mr.. Spoopendyke, somewhat Modified.
"You see he didn't even get the bait, big
- he was"
"Im glad of that, because we've only
got three worms left How I'd like to
catch an oyster Do you know, I"
"Hist! Sh-h-hl Quiet nowl I've
got him See me play him Now, I'll
fetch him |" and Mr.. Spoops ndyke reeled
in until he landed an old boot.
81 didn't know that fish had burrs on,
IKE achestnut, SAID Mrs. Spoopendyke,
quivering with excitement. "Crack
him, and let's see what he is"
"Crack your grandmother |" Anorted
Mr.. Spoopendyke, shyipg the boot up
Che pier. He wasn't good TO eat any
way. Ill get something"
"What's tho matter with my stick
Lot 70, you nasty thing Here's an
other onel Quick !"
"Pull him out, can't ye? You've got
bite. Haul upi" cried Mr.. Sroopen-
dyke, trying to untangls himself from
his line and help his wife. Lift him
ont Of the waterP'
"He won't let me-" squeaked Mrs.
Spoopendyke, holding both arms ont full
length. "Take him OF 6catl Go
way, you monster T.
Lift your pole straight up In the
airi" shouted Mr.. Spoopendyks. "Hoist
the dod-gasted thing right upr
Mrs. Spoopendyke exerted herself and
disclosed an eel, dangling.
It's . rattlesnake / sho yelled.
Don't 60 near him ! Fire Are muir
der police police-e-s |"
"Hold yodr yawp, will ysf" bawled
Mr.. Spoopendyke. "Get him over tho
doch 90 l can catch him What 70
holding him out there for? Waiting for
him to dryi Stick that pole straight up
in the air, ! tell ysl"
MrA 6poopendyke threw ths pole over
her shoulder, and fopped tho eel into
Ar. Spoopendykes countenance.
"Dod-gas the measly eel I" he hewled,
- he spit il out. "Stop waving that
slambasted lightning rod inixe dag, will
yer Hold it still. sayl Think you're
tyee?"
"Don't touch him Throw him over
board He'll sting you to d.Ath T.
gurgled Mrs. Spoopendyks. and, for
getting that the pole still exercised an
influence over the eel, she gave it q
jerk, and it slipped through Mr.. Spoop-
oudyke's fingers. That gentleman made
. spring for it. and swashed into the
water.
"Heu blab baai wsggls, hic, ga,
gaggls I" spluttered Ar. 6poCpendyke,
. some ightermen Ashed him ont
Did Jon catch cold. dear ?" inquired
1llA 6poopendyks With solicituds, q
hey nAds their way homo.
III ] did, I landed it." growled Mr.
epoopendyke, blowing mud like the ex
hAust Of tug.
"Anyway, caught an eel, didn't II
asksd Mrs. Spoopendyke, carrying out
Ne woman's idea of comforting q mar
With the only thing he don't want to heal
shout
80, you caught it I" ripped ont Mr.
6poopendyke, you're q fish woman
you are. All you want now is some