The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-09-05
GREELEY GOES FISHING.

tAmo$ !. CumaaAas. iA New York Sua.l,
 No editor or philosopher ever worked harder than Horace Greeley. His misa was neveT ae rest. Even whea e vas asleep is seemed b assert itself in his dreams. Born and reared in sAe country. Nit, Greeley SaEiseed into the wDrs tex of city hfr, aud vas 6nally eugulnhed in newspaper work. metaphysical studies aud politics, A lev bubbles above the spot where he went down tell of his sad fate. He died from overwork and disap. pointment. When oveFweiehted with re- sposibilitieS his mind reverted eo the rural scenss Of his bcyhood, and h a piping tone be would cry |" 1 am tired ]; want to go a-6sAing." The wish t0 go a. 6shing vas made to the Hon, 0ssemus B. Matteson, St Utica, a lifelong friend and the great editor was promptly invited to satisfy his longing. In glowing terms Mir, Matteson detailed the beauties of a lake in Hamilscn county, situated about $ GOO kees above the level of the sea. It's atmosphere was of exquisite purity, it's waters were clear, cool and delicious, it's brook trout sportsd in it's crystal depths
 JCNCt Of uuGSN WANSt CuNSNStCQ tn the crown of the Aiirondacks," A was Mrs Matteson's appropriate description tt this magnificent and charming sheet-~La ke Wilmurt Mountain Home, the summer residence ot Mir. Maueson. At the sum- init of the wooded mountain the lewel Is set. The lake Is Soo feet above the house and a rough road, two miles and halt long, led visitors to its brink ca the op- posi;e shore stood plain but cosy lodge, reelected in the natural mirror beneath n Within this lodge dwelt John Preach, the original owner of the lake. who had sold a half interest to MT. Matteson
 IL was on pleasant afternoon late in August that Mir. Greeley was driven to the Mountain Home. He wore his old white overcoat, his black far hat A plain silk watchguard shad bell,ed dTess-coat and his bro ad dbrimmed, sci, felt, crossed his low cut waist coat. His mild blue eyes shown through the glasses of his gold-rimmed spectacles ap "shevel-de- iriSe' of white haii protected his throat and hung over his plain black cravat. His shirt collar was limp and partly concealed from sight, and he wore plain gold ring on the little finger of his lef, hand.
 | A tall gentleman with soft blue eyes aud U 5. Gran, beard, alightcd with him. He was John F. Cleveland, at one time compiler of the 7tibnse almanac and brother-in-law of MT. Greeley. Mir Matteson gave them a warM reception The night was one of intellectual erjoy' ment, and the pure mountain air and milk exhilarated the philo opher, and solid chunks oi wisdom f,ated on the stream of conversation Ills tTopcs and similes were drawn from the memolie, ef his boyhood days, and his aphorism. were expressed in rugged AnRlo-Saxon
 It was after eleven before the company retired to rest.
 Before sunrise a plain spriRg wagon ard white horse stood at the door, and after breakfast the philosopher and hi, companion were driven to he lake. They were carried over fearful road, but the jolting and Jouncing elici,ed no CO.,. plalnts from Horace, As the party emerged from the woods a cool breel, blew over the lake and Mr. French quick. ly espied the white overcoat His sor 1 Jim was also on the alert, ard flu.bo, tom boat was quickly rowed across the lake for the reception of the party. Mir Greeley took seat in the stern, Mir Cleveland at the bow. whilst Jim French. strong arm pulled them to the landing near the lodge. Old Mir. French vel comed them to Wilmurt lake. Mir Greeley seemed to catch the inspiration of the scenery and expressed his feelings in words that sank deep into the heart. of his listeners.
 | Ahnnf lhVAA ntrif,eL Su kA. .lsm old man French soaked A leader. tied on some f'es. aud Iigged out rod and reel for Mir. Greeley. The philosopher gaze at IL and shood his head. The click oi the reel startled him "No. no. MT French, he said. five no use for that Give me common rod, with plenty of aDgle.worms for bait and shall De boy again" The worms were dug aud placed in an old tin can. A cane rod cut m Georgia was borrowed from i'm French. Mir Creeleys eyes spaTkled with antici- patton. The desire o' years was abou, to be filled. As he sai ID tne stern of the scow, arrayed in his sh sd- bsllied coat and hlS broad brimn.d hat, with his rod m the air, he made d picture ht for the pen ell oi great artist. A gentle breeze rip pied the surface of the lake and made  music al the bow of the scow. Old man French rowed the boa, to the point of A grassy island, half mile 10 the left of the lodge, where a sandbaT, fAnked by deep water, put out into the lake. The trout lay in deep water, and dane to the sand bar for food. Jim Preach followed his father in a second boat, anxious to catch the gems of wisdom that fell from H oi- aces lips.
 The boat was anchored, and old man French baited the philosophers hook. As the weather was warm, Horace drew of his shad bellied coat and hshed in his shirt-sleeves. He dropped his hook in about eighteen feet of water, and awaited results. Within three minutes he was on his feet. glo~ing w,th excite ment. His broad-bnmmed hat fell of, and hs rod bent like bow with the struggles of the fsh. He had struck a nnnnA and half