Barbour County index., 1885-06-05
DOG VS.. FISH.
A Fiercely Fought Battle in Which
the Canine Wins.
A Southern Story with n Sort OF Joe Mul:
haitian Fiavor-Desperate CDnfliot
I'm the Swamps OF Louisiana
and How 10 Eventuated.
mo. Times Democrat |

A few days ago party of Exposition
people, consisting of Mr.. Arthur Z. Rem
die, of New York City; Messrs- Frank and
Charles Earle sons of Mr.. Parker Earle,
Chief OF the Horticultural Department of
the Exposition, and Mr.. T. N. Miller, made
a fishing excursi n TO Davis Bayou, about
four miles from Ocean Springs, Miss.
The party was away several days, and
bv the united efforts of all the members
thereof they succeeded in capturing one
fish. This was sufficient to furnish them
with material for a capital fish story,
which Mr.. Rendle told n Times Democrat
reporter, in the following words:
While we were waiting one morning for
a fish breakfast that Miller and Charley
Earle were pledged to supply us with,
Miller noticed long pole in the water
some distance up the bayou, which is
about fifty yards wide at this point. 1t
foated down the bayou until opposite our
camp, and then turaed and went back
ward quite rapidly. Then we saw that it
was a fishing rod, and that a big fish
must be at the end of the line. All was
excitement in the camp. Our breakfast
was assured US provided we could
capture that fish. How were we
to get it? We had no boat and the bayou
was deep, the water cold, and our fshy
friend on the other side'of the bayou, say
forty yards away. Somebody suggested
making log raft. and Frank Earle eager
ly grasped an axe and was about to make
some young pine trees sick. when Charley
Earle sung out: "Why not send your dog
for il, Render"
No sooner said than done. Charlie, my
water spaniel, a magnificent water-dog,
who likes nothing better than swimming
and diving, had his attention direct sd to
the fishing rod by stone thrown in its
neighborhood. He swan toward it, di-
vined his errand, grabbed the rod at the
thick end, and proceeded to swim back
with 1t. "Our Breakfast" at once noticed
that somebody else was bossing that rod,
and he began to object very vigorously.
He tug red at the line, the dog tugged at
the rod, and for few moments IL. was a
question who would win. Finally, by a
supreme effort, the fish made an immense
dash and actually pulled the dog (weigh-
ing fifty-two pounds) completely under
water.
First round for fish.
"Charlie" came up looking half drown
ed, but still holding the rod in his mouth
He dropped it, however, and swan to
the shore looking very puzzled aud. an
noyed. Having taken breath he was a
second time dispatched to secure "our
breakfast" which was now careering
madly up the stream, no doubt chuck
ling to "hisself as how he had fooled that
dawg."
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grabbed the big end and began hauling
it to shore. All was quiet until about
half way to the shore, when tho fish be-
gan to give battle The struggle was tre-
Ia endous, but resulted in victory for the
fish, who again pulled the dog completely
under water.
Second round for thu fish.
The dog again returned to shore, and
was again sent out after our breakfast.
He gras2ed the rod for third time. and
with a look of desperation on his hand
some, doggy face, and a feeling in his
breast, no doubt, In { the honor of his rac ce
was at stake, he swan toward the shore
The fish tugged and tuyged, but slowly and
surely Charlie reached the shore, and ut
last laid the rod at my feet, and 1 then
landed a magnificent red fish. AS matter
of fact, this was the only fish caught on
our fishing and ducking expedition.
We found out afterwari tiat the roll
had bsen pulled by the fish at the end OF it
from the hands OF farmers daughter
who had been fishing near her fathers
home. We found the owner and returned
the rod.
Charlie is black, curly-hairel spaniel,
ten years old: is a retriever, and is un-
doubtedly one of the best amateur trick
dogs in America He W IL be exhibited at
the forthcoming dog show to be held under
the auspices of the Worlds Exposition.