The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-03-10
A o n A I S
A Fierce Battle in which the Canine Was
Successful.

SUCCESSFUL.
New Orleans Times-D Democrat.
A day or two ago a party Of exposition people,
consisting of Dir. Arthur 4. Rendle of New York
city, Messrs. Frank and Charles Earle, sons OF
Mr.. Parker Earle, chief of the horticultural do.
%partment of the exposition, and Mr.. Z. n. Miller.
made a fishing excursion to Davis bayou, about
tour miles from Ocean Springs, Miss.
The party was away several DAYS, and by the
united efforts of all the members thereof they
succeeded in capturing one fish. This was sui
hclent to furnish them with material for a CAPT
tai hsh story, which Mr.. Rendle told q Times
Democrat reporter in the following words:
while we were waiting one morning for a
nsh breakfast that Miller and Charlie Earle were
piedged to supply us with, Miller noticed a long
pole In the water some distance, up the bayou.
%hich Is about fifty yards wide at this point. 1t
nOated down the bayou until opposite our camp,
ana then suddenly turned and went backwards
quite rapidly. Then We saw that it was a fishing
ROD and that a big fish must be at the end of the
nne' All was excltementin the camp. Our break
fast was assured US provided we could capture
that fish. How were we to GET itl We had nc
BOAT ana the bayou was deep, the water cold,
and our fishy friend on the other side of the
bayou, say forty yards away. Somebody sug,
gested making a log raft, and Frank Earle Gag.
erly grasp an ak ard vas about to make some
young pine trees sick, when Charley Earle snug
out: why not send your dog for it, Rendle2"
No sooner said than done. Charlie, my water
spaniel, a magnificent water-dog, who likes moth
liS UeGtSE imam swimming ana 0lNlDR, UdQ MS
attention directed to the fishing rod by a stone
thrown in it's neighborhood. He swan toward
it, OWNED his errand, grabbed the rod at the
thick end, and proceeded to swim back with it.
Our breakfasts" at once noticed that somebody
else was bossing that rod, and he began to OBJ
ject very vigorously. He tugged at the line, the
dog tugged at the rod, and for q few moments it
was a question who would win. Finally, by a
supreme effort, the fish made an immense dash
and actually pulled the dog weighing fifty two
pounds) completely under water.
First round for the fish.
Charlie came up looking half drowned, out
still holding the rod in his mouth. He dropped
it, however, and swan to shore looking very puz-
zled and annoyed. Having taken breath, he was
a second time dispatched to secure ''our break
fast, which was now careering madly up the
stream, no doubt chuckling to .hisself as how
he had fooled that dawg.'
Charlie" again swan to the rod, grabbed the
big end, and began hauling it to shore. All was
quiet until about half way to- the shore, when the
fish began to give battle. The struggle was tre-
mendous, but resulted in a victory for the fish,
who again pulled the dog completely under
water.
Second round for tho fish.
The dog again returned to shore, ard was
again sent out after breakfast He grasped the
rod for the third time, and with d look of deS-
p~eration on his handsome doggy face, and Z,
feeling III his breast, no doubt, that the
honor of his race WAS at stake, he swan toward
the shore. The fish tugged and tugged, but
slowly and surely Charlie" reach the shore, and
at last laid the rod at my feet, and then l landed
a magnificent reddish. AS a matter of fact, this
was the only fish caught on our fishing and
ducking expedition.
We found out afterward that the rcd had been
pulled by the fish at the end of it from the hands
of a farmers daughter who had been fishing
near her fathers home. We found the owner,
and returned the rod.