Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1886-10-23

stream with the rod. In fishing a
brook banked with sod you must not
approach too near the edge OF the
stream, or you will jar the bank and
startle the trout beneath. SO | showed
him Il big pool and how to approach it.
Sure enough, the bait had not lighted
on the water when u nice trout was
after 1T. The little chap struck with
all his might, but, not starting the fish.
he put on power. Then, with a
terrible pull, he lifted II ten-inch trout
out of the water. The fish fairly shot
up like Il rocket, aud, becoming de-
tached from the hook, scared away
into the top of a Eastwood tree and
camc down rafting through the leaves
and branches. The boy was after it
and had his head hammered to Jelly
in II moment, TO prevent all danger
Of its Hopping into the water. | knew
then the boy would make Il fisher
man and so he did. | had no peace
afterward if | did not take him OF fire.
quent fishing excursions. He would
get SO tired on these trips that | would
have TO bring him home on ny back.
He became most enthusiastic. Why,
he even fixed up a place in the garden
where he kept "A sort Of wormery. By
filing in II spot with richer earth than
that III the garden he attracted the
worms to this place, and they gathered
in quantities. He always, as a conse-
quencc, had a good supply on hand.
In the hot summer months he would
carefully water the spot. The roses
and verbcnas in his mothers flow er bed
would withcr and dry up. but that
worms nest was always damp and
never neglected. 1t was treated night
" to two or three pals of water. His
worms became the fattest in the village
and he made them clean and strong by
putting them in moss. There is Meth
inc so good as moss in which TO s"our
worms ard in which to Keep them fresh
when taken long distances. When the
boy grew up, however, you could not
get him 10 touch a worm, and he was
an expert fly caster long before his
father.
'.But | was about to tell YOU Of my
experience with HIM III the Adiron-
dacbs. | was going to Rivervllc to a
meeting Of the Presbyteiy, and from
that point there was a good road into
the North Woods, and rs | had been
very busy in my own church previous
", | thought after the meeting | would
take Il day or two in the woods on a
trout stream. Wen, it was vacation in
the college, and the young freshman
thought he would 90 along too, and |
had no objection. Now, it was Il large
church in which the P~re>bytcry was
to meet, and my turn to preach. 1t
was a special occasion to the people,
as the ~Prcsbytery did not meet often
there; besides they hal no pastor and
were bearing candidates. Now | had
received hints that they wanted to hear
me preach before the time for the
~Presbytcry came around. 50 pre-
pared ii special sermon for the occa-
Sion and wanted to make an excellent
impression. The church was bigger
than my own, and was considered Il
remarkably good field. There were
moro than two ministers in the Presby-
terry who wished il was their turn to
preach. and my alternate had written
NE say ing be was ready if | could not
Get there. But | was ready.
..Well," we reached the town just at
night, and | was to preach in the even
inc. Feeling u little tired | lay down
in order to get a rest for the evening,
and the Young man went out TO look
about the town. | aftcrward learned
that he met n former acquaintance. and
that they had agreed to 90 TO a party.
Unfortunately, the boy had only his
fishing boots with him. Stealing into
my room while ! was asleep, he took
mine and slipped out. When | awoke
| had just time enough to get TO the
church, bat to my utter despair the
boots were missing, ] was frantic, but
there was no time to lose, and my only
alternative was to put on my fishing
boots-great heavy-sOlet leather AT
fairs. whose tops were SO stiii that
could hardly get my trousers over
them. snatched up my sermon and
started for the church. 1t was packed
VIII ~ liSllloUtbiS htto0'"
who looked with expectancy as fol-
lowed the brothers who were to lead in
the devotional exercises up the alsles.
The members of the Presbytery
sat in the front seats. But
imagine my horror when those
boots came down clump, clump
on the floor. 1t was torture to me- to
hear them. The floor had sprung in
the aisle and emitted a hollow sound
when stepped upon heavily. OF course.
the entire audience was silent; all that
could be heard was the sound of those
boots. When | reached the pulpit my
face was red, and drops of p~respira-
ton stood like bubbles III my forehead.
While they were singingthe hymn and 4
brother made n prayer, recovered my
self partially, and. when my turn came
got up apparently as cool as "A cucum-
Der amid the summer mornings dews.
| gave out the text in a clear voice, and
got off my first sentence in good shape.
Then | warmed to the subject, and,
feeling that | held the attention of every
one present, even to the choir above,
grew quite eloquent for me, for my
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