The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-06-26
BERRYING AND FISHING.
The Laughing Time Which Excited the
Wonder OF Two Little Girls.

bonnets on their heads and tin pals in
their hands, were walking along the
sidewalk of certain town in Maine.
One was named Lizzie Pulsifer, and the
other Hannah Cooke. Lizzie was eight
years old; so was Hannah. 1 would
mention the name of the town, but
they are both women now, with little
girls of their own, and they might moi
like to be laughed at. Did tell you il
was a spring morning? Well, it was in
early May. When they reached Fred
Starke's house, Fred, who was out in
the yard, screamed:
Good morning, girls! where are you
going?"
Were going blueberrying," said
Hannah.
"Ha! ha! hal" was Fred's reply. %
hope you'll get your pals full. Blue
berrying! Ha! ha! hat
"Well, I think we shall, " replied Liz
zie. Il know where they used to be
very Thick
you do!' said Fred. 81 hope they
will be thick mosO. You'd better &c
fishing. That's what I'm going to do. u
And he turned away, still laughing
heartily.
When they left Fred the girls walked
along quietly again until they reached
the railroad.
"We shall have to walk along on the
track a little ways" said Hannah; ''but
we can watch for trains. "
They walked some time, stepping
from sleeper to sleeper, until Lizzie saw
smoke in the distance. Hannah said it
was train coming, and that they must
hurry Oil the track as fast as they could.
So, long before the train arrived, they
had climbedsa fence and were in pretty
pasture ON the edge of the woods.
They looked around for blueberries.
They found plenty Of lovely pink-and-
white arbutus Cor, as they called them,
May-fowers), and great punches OF
purple violets, and white houstonias
with their yellow eyes, and ground nut
blossoms; and on bushes which looked,
Hannah said, very much like BURBERRY
bushes, they found pretty white bell.
shaped flowers, just tinted with pink,
but they couldn't find any blueberries.
They picked the young checkerberry
leaves which were just peeping out of the
ground; and at last, getting holder, they
strayed little way into the woods and
gathered some lovely ferns. But not a
BURBERRY was to be seen.
It's queer" said Hannah. 81 Won
der where the blueberries are. know
this is the place where they used to be
so thick, cause that's the very stump
mother climbed over. She couldn' climb
the fence anywhere else, you know,
cause twas so nigh. But We'll keep
on searching"
just then the town-clock, in the dis
lance, struck.
"Oh, it's eleven O'clock" exclaimed
Hannah, who had counted each stroke
aloud, "and mother told us TO be home
at twelve. We shall have to start,
and we haven't got single BURBERRY.
What do you s'pose made your Aunt
Sarah laugh so, when I asked her if
we could stay till we got our pals
full?"
don'tknow,' said Lizzie, thought
fully; ''and Fred laughed, too, when we
told him we were going blueberrying.
What was he laughing atp''
"Oh! / don't know, I'm sure" said
Hannah; "he's always laughing. But
I don't care. We've had good time,
any way
They climbed the fence again, and
found themselves close % the ditch by
the side of the railroad. The spring
rains had filled it with water. They
could not resist the temptation to take
off their shoes and stockings and wade
in it. They were having the best OF
time of all then, when Lizzie exclaimed:
''Hannie, we might catch some fish.
See, there's one. Let's try
"We haven't any hooks" objected
Hannah.
''Well, we m ght hold our pals and
catch some;'' and Lizzie held hers
against the running water, and, sure
enough, she caught a little one that was
coming down with the current. "Oh,
Hannie! perhaps we can get enough
to fry for dinner!' she cried.
She put her. fish up on the bank in a
safe place, and then she and Hannah
went to fishing in good earnest
1t was rather slow work after that;
but, when Hannah had caught three
and Lizzie three, they heard the clock
striking twelve.
So, with their punches of flowers,
ferns and checkerberry leaves, and
their pals of fish, they started for
home. Their dresses were dragged
and spattered with muddy water, and
they carried their shoes in their hands.
They did not dare to take time to put
them on, lest the fish could not be fried
for dinner.
Chow many blueberries have You
picked?" shouted Fred, who was ON the
lookout for them
..We couldn't find the place, said
Hannah; so we thought we'd go fish.
ing, and we've had good luck. Lizzie
caught three and | caught three. -"
What kind are they9- .rout?"
Eyes, | think So, said Hannah, as
she lifted her pail-cover cautiously fol-
him to peep in.
Fred was well acquainted with the
different kinds of fish in the neighbor.
ing streams. but, when he saw Han
nah's three, he gave roar of laughter.
"Oh, myr' he screamed. Trout
What beauties! They'll do to go with
the blue-berries YOU didn't get. Oh,
dear! that's too rich. Hurry home,
girls, or you can't get EN- fried for din
ner"
The girls went on, wondering what
pleased Fred SO much. As Lizzie went
up the hill to her uncle's house she
thought she heard loud laugh from
Hannah's father. As she went in at the
back door, she met her Uncle James,
who was just coming out
Il never saw such a laughing time as
this is!' said Hannah TO him, with a
rather resentful pout. '.But | don't
care. We've caught some trout for
dinner. There are three One for you,
one for Aunt Sarah and little one for
me. L won't take long to fry 'em,
will it?'