The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1886-01-16

short and fat, and just at this moment
he came waddlins down the terraces,
looking very cool in his short, blue cot
ton trousers, blue cotton shirt and wide
bamboo hat. In his hand. was some
fishing tackle, and he cried out politely
"Ah my honored young gentleman, do
you want to fish,
My. Yes!' answered Sing Flu, staff
ing up.
"You can fish here any time for the
asking said the Polliwig, untying the
bamboo rope, and drawing the boat to
the shore that he might scramble into it.
Il suppose anything worth having is
worth that trouble" When he had pad
died to the middle of the pond, he took
from his pockets lines and hooks and
hollow bamboo about ten inches long,
which was full of bait. There's more
in fishing than holding line," he said,
as he set hook for Sing Flu. Its like
mauy another thing in this world, made
up of little things that some men can
never learn the trick Of Now drop this
into the water, and we'll be as still as
birds at noon"
Its as black AS ink just now, said
Sing Flu. rising and looking over the
boat. Il don't see nything.'
That's because it is deep. Now sit
down; my honored young gentleman"
You have no right to command me-
cried Sing Eu, with the quick vexation
of an empty stomach.
Il have" said the old man, calmly.
81 have the right of age and experience.
And if you do not sit down, we will 90 to
the shore in an instant"
Down went Sing Flu. feeling very un
comfortable He had been brought up
to be always polite to all old people. But
he soon forgot everything in his desile
for a bite.
My how do want bite - he cried,
after few seconds. There S no fun in
Just holding stling.'
Have patiehce. Holding string is
part e il, said the Poiliwig, wiping his
forehead with his 81, eve. Think how
long il takes to do anything well. Be
sides, you have forgotten to keep still.'
81 wish you'd let me manage the oar.
| I'd rather learn to make boat go than
to fish,
| by no means, SAID the Polliwig, who
was sculling. You are only child
"Tm going on eleven" cried Sing Flu;
at which the Pollwig laughed in way
more provoking than words.
The Polliwog, as any one could see,
was a great eater, and vast stomach
often goes with dull head. He dearly
loved to sleep, and after be had pulled
the boat into the best spot to fish, leaned
far out over the stern. His Papa was
coming that day, and how proud he
would be to see him eating fish he had
caught. The little boat was somewhat
like punt, and could not be tipped
easily; but the fat Polliwog did not sit i'll
the middle. Sing Flu was very solid; and
so. when he learned far out on the Poili-
wog S side, the boat gave sudden lurch
and in moment he was going down
down; and that is all he remembered,
when he awoke, long after, to see the
family doctor and Shing TIE bending over
him.
The first morning he was well enough
to go out Sing Fd went to see the Polli-
wog.
My father is you know, the. Niceroy,"
he said, kindly, land he has hidden me
say to you to make a wish. Let it be
for the thing you most desire, no matter
how costly, and your wish shall be
granted
''But-I wish for nothing, said the old
man, quite oewildered'
For nothing, echoed Sing Flu. Why
l wish every day of my life for thou,ald
things"
Glow unfortunat. AS for me want
nothing" said the Polliwog gravely.
But since you speak Of it, | have a
chilly neighbor-and I've sometimes
thought
"Well?"
THAT l should he happy if | could
bay him a wadded s.. ok for winter
You shall buy him one; but for your
seli?'
AS have told you, Lonored Sir,
want nothing. l have house to myself,
two sons, good wife, and rice for all.
Besides my school master told me, years
ago, that, if l INDUCED want after
possessed what is necessary, want would
destroy me-" Honorable poet, what
kind of man is the Polliwog?' asked
Sing flu, that evening of his Ii, st. The
happiest man have ever seem replied
Soma. Several years agp he fell while
repairing one of the dams, and his head
was injured. The common people call
him fool since then, but think him a
philosopher"