The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-10-09

his shoulder, I fancy I detect an added
light in her eyes, but she only remark:
casually: Now you girls have Col
your hero back again, perhaps you viii
give us some tea. y
Fish," says Dick; ''not fin. Might
as well throw atty on dry ground as
on this gin-clear water
He. sits down, and we recover our
spirits and temper q little. But he i
not himself, for being really anxiou:
ABOUT him and Ethel, I observe him
closely and note the elaboration of eff
fort in his Inirth.
Il wish he was not so humble
minded. Probably he will not even ask
her, / 50, run my thoughts.
after our painstaking preparations
tea is not to be dismissed n a nom mt.
Our commemorative en- ioyment of it,
however. is broken in upon by a loud
shout from fourteen-year- old Bella
F'Look, the salmon!9 andishe points to
the curving edd es which mark the spot
where the big fish has risen. .ar
''By gum" says Dick. jumping up in
ha tie, cts regular scckdolager
-"Take my rod, Croft and try for it,
mo, no, it's your turn. / had the
last" ss e
But good natured Dick thrusts the
rod into his trends hand and drags of
his own hat 10 examine the flies in it.
Our loud-tpngued entreaties are. to
him as the Idle wind; but a gentle, low.
voiced request from Ethel veers him
round in moment. He takes. the roo
and glides cautiously down to the wa
ter's edge, crouched behind rocks, and
with beating hearts we watch every
movement of Dicks fingers.
II shall show him a big dark fly
first his words scarcely reach Us
through the noise of the fall" 1should
never land such 'whopper' on small
hook"
He seems an age affixing that fly and
then wetting it. As he lengthens his
line out q yard or more each cast, and
the black wings and silver body float
nearer and nearer to the spot where
the great fish rose, our excitement
reaches almost to bursting point, and
little Bella has to be held down by
force. lsJb -J
There, it must have been right over
his nose that time! [ almost wonder
that Dick has the courage to go on
working his fly at all. But no ripple
breaks the surface. His majesty gazes
unmoved upon the black and silver.
Two or three more throws and Dick
reels up his line 4oi %l.A j8N fj.s1
Try him with small Jock Scott
now" Captain Croft, caught by the pre-
Vailing excitement, speaks in a solemn
whisper 1 gl l7G3 8oy 4a4i
"All right. Throw me one over "aQI
Again the wetting process has to be
gone through and again seems more
endless than before D.a
2 At last the brilliant-hued "Jock
Scott is almost over the big fish. Dick
balances himself carefully for the next
cast. The rod curves back, swings for
ward, and the fly, delivered straight
and freely, drops gently on TO the wa,
ter couple OF yards above the salmon.
Hardly has the line sunk an inch be-
low the surface before there is q heav-
ing boil and swirl of water as the great
fish bounds to the surface. There is
not one OF us girls who would not at
this juncture haYe'thrown the rod down
with a shrek. a5.4. l.,e a..5, .ss.
In moment Jack has struck. His
rod is hoop; the line flashes through
the water; the whirling reel makes mu-
sic in our ears, .JE3Ns .93 aH
Down to the bottom of the pool,
and drive him back if he makes tor the
rapid. We obey ID elk like children,
except Ethel, who stands beside him
and views the struggle, so to say, from
the grand stand. 81 a @.iF[aa
The first rush is straight toward the
dangerous rapid, but strenuous
splashing from us drives the fish back
in time. l aaA 9UEl.a aaH
"By Jove! that was a near shave
though" and Dick wipes his forehead
hastily. "f @ L
Both Dick and Captain Crof after
ward declared that they had never seen
a fish show such sport as this one did.
One grand rush afteng another seems
to leave, him as fresh as ever. He is
across the pool, down the pool, under
the white water at the top, and almost
I'm Ter Dicks fetal in a moment.
Again and again he hurls himself into
the air, and his great silvery de al
most daz les our eyes with its glitter.
Little Bella pc lively cries with ex.
citement, and one or two of us would
fam doshkewise. E- z. !. sa;aa.at@ q
4 have that strange feeling anglers
have often described to ME, which
makes tle burning reality of the mo-
ment blot out past aud future. \ The
tate OF the universe seems to hang on
this one fish if he is Oh ce landed, [ feel
that the struggle of life viii be over.
\ For .th.rty-eight minutes does thai
fish keep US palpitating round that
pool, then he begins totire. His rnshes
are shorter and shorter, Dick is get
ting him I'M hand. $50 I'D ,NgT8
I'd One last effort for freedom, however
he makes in spite of shower Of stones
from us, and the strain put upon him
by sixteenfeet of greenheart,l that gal
liant fish struggles into the head OF the
rapid.
Dick comes running down the bank,
losing line even then, for the current of
the narrows is furious a,, 5Te ,t.s.S ...,.
Through the neck at the bottom OF
the pool flashes the salmon like LIGHT
ming. The sight of powders and broken
water renews his courage. Dicks
course down stream is arrested BY bio
rock; his line is run QUITO the last ward.
This prince. Of fishes viii escape after
all! Dick Looks upon the swirling water
and sets his teeth. There is a last
chance, but arisky one. 4 lAz9a
''Don't, Dick; you would be drowned
to certainty" we shout in chorus.
Ethel implores him with tears in her
eyes not to riskit. Helooks gratefully
at her, but shakes his head. 1t flashes
across me that if the expression of her
face at this moment does not give him
heart to ask her.a certain interesting
question on the. way home, why, he
doesn't deservea her. ~ 9yFe
Nothing short of cart ropes would
stop Dick now his blood is up; he steps
into the hurrying water and is taken OF
his legs in q moment and washed
against. q rock; now he regains his foot
ing and staggers on ayard or two, now
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