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

desk and half Il dozen fell over the
front on the table below. TO make it
worse, one big yellow Professor
caught on the cushion and hung II in
full view Of the congregation. Well.
of course a smile went over the audi
ence. The ladies wondered what the
little bits of high-colored silk and
feather were, but the men knew. and
smothered their laughs in their hand
kerchiefs. | knew then | was done for.
and that | might as we'll go on as if
nothing had happened; but | couldn't
DO much. There hung that big "Yel-
low Professor out in front. | dared
not pick it up. as ! knew if | did every
II would laugh. Every time | saw
it it discomtitted me, and | was a com.
plete wreck when | reached the end.
The benediction was Il comfort. | slid
| out of the back door. and FASTENED to
the house where | was stopping. ]
could have broken my best bamboo rod
over that son Of mine then. TO make
me feel worSe the sexton came around
in about half AN hour with those mis-
cradle llies. saying that he thought II
might want EN-
Tue dominic stopped his narrative
to relight his pipc-a pause that IN
Of the boys made use ot to ask "a qucs-
ton. Did you receive a call to that
churcl?'
mo, replied the m II ster, land |
don't thihk should have accepted it if
| had. No. heard that an old elder
had said after the service that he didn't
object to a preacher that went fishing
once in a while, but when it came to
fetching bait into the pulpit ii was go
ing too far. The ladies said that they
didn't know about that, but the boots
were horrid."
The clergyman then heaved n little
sigh. and proceeded to skin the loon.
As he hacked away with his jack-knife
he pulled over the skin, and SO worked
down TO the head.
''But you haven't told us how yonr
son beat YOU on the trout" said the
Young man who had evinced an inter
est in the clergyman's family.
.'Oh, forgot that" he said. "Well.
after the Presbyterian meeting was
! over | started toward home, but got of
at the first station below. and was
driven up to the woods. My son was
| p~rofuse in his sorrow ut what he had
done, and promised never, under any
! circumstances, TO use my boots again,
| ~forgavc him and we determined to
have one good days fishing any way.
We struck the stream at a large, broad
pool, which looked shallow to
me. The boy said that he would
stop there and fish down a bit,
and suggested that | 90 up in the
wagon a couple Of miles and fish down
until | met him on his way back. |
agreed, and did SO. 1t was an awful
journey along the stream. and the sun
had comc out warm. Somehow the
trout were not there. | could not get
a rise, nor did | see the fish run aS |
waded down the stream. As luck
would have it, slipped on "a log and
fell into the water. It'- awful on Il
hot dav to get ones shoulders wet. cv-
en- though you were wading. Logs
were piled mp very frequently among
laurel bushes and bricr thickets, and
4 together it was the worst W miles |
ever tried to fish. Time passed on as
| struggled through the brush, and it
was dusk when | got down to the pool
and time to 30 home. There on the
bank stood my son unjointing his rod,
while his fish creel lay on the ground
near by. did YOU catch any?' he
cried out, rather saucily. and | thought
| noticed a smile when | said no.
Then | turned toward his basket.
1t was filled with rs pretty n lot of fish
as one could ask for-nice fellows,
weighing from half a pound to a pound
and II quarter He had not stirred
from that pool, which was a
spring hole, and there all the
trout had gathered. He had
seen them in the watef when he got
out of the wagon, and so thought he
would stop there. Almost every cast
he had hooked a nice fish, and all the
time was in the shade and enjoying a
breeze that blew across the open pool.
He said they had stopped rising when
| wanted to make a few casts; sc lhad
to 90 home without a fish and his bas-
kct was full. We did not say much on
that ride home. In fact, he only made
one remark during the ride"
what was thatP' was asked.
dad, | caught them all on 4 Vel
low Professor" replied the clergy
man, MS he proceeded to scrape the
flesh off the leg bones of the loon.
Then he drew the skin down to the
head. Cutting a square piece out OF
the skull. he removed the brains and
filled in the Uranium with cotton. Uav.
ing reversed the skin to the proper
shape, he put in some light tow stuff
fling. with a good sprinkling of arsenic
to preserve the skin from insects anc
to keep it strong, aud, after the feath
ers had been smoothed down, it wa:
ready to pack away.
lis your son Il ministere' asked The
Young man as the minister finished thu
work.
NO was the reply. He is an ed
itor."
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