Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-09-12
A GlLT-EDoED LIAR.
He Tells of an Adventure as Laughable Q
 1t Was Exciting.

H0 Tolls of an Adventure as Laughable as
 It Was Exciting.
 Fred, who was a giltedged raconteur, could take the most simple fact, and, after he had woven his web of fiction around it a few times, it would never be recognized as coming from it's original sources. He stated to wffter of Forest and Stream that while trouting on one occasion few years ago on Fox river in the Northern peninsula of Michigan he had an adventure that was as Imaginable as it was exciting.
 give his own language as near as possi- ble: "I started one morning by myself from camp to try my luck with the rod. Making short detour struck the river so as to have about three miles of fishing. It was a cloudy and muggy day, aud I felt that would catch all the trout could carry. As soon as waded in the stream the troutvook my hook the moment it touched the water, and pulled them out right and left all the way down, not catching single fish under pound, and many as large as four pounds. filled my creel, all my pockets and several strings which kept tied to my belt. was really 8 walking trout preserve. Having about one hundred, and as was no trout log, l concluded to go ashore and rest awhile before returning to camp. Seeing an inviting stump alongside heavy clump of bushes that cast Q grateful shade, ap- preached it, and as I sat down upon it, it be- gan to crumblS as l thought, from mere rottenness, and I therefore took a seat on the grass by it's side.
 ''I had sat here but a moment or two be- fore got frightened glimpse of bears head over my shoulder. It now struck me that had sat upon 0 bear instead of stump, and was so paralyzed with fear that I lost all strength and the cold precipitation freely oozed out from every pore. ex- pected every minute to feel his sharp claws searching my anatomy and the work of mastication commence My whole life now
 flashed before me distinctly, and l began to
 wish I had never been other than saint.
 The suspense was so great that was fear
 ful would swoon, when all at once felt the bear nosing around my creel. A happy thought at this auspiclous moment flashed upon me like lightning. The bear fortunate ly was an epicurean, and preferred trout to human flesh. Escape now seemed possible, and my strength of mind and body began to rapidly return. I now carefully took three pound trout out of my pocket, as that was the handiest, and held it over my shoulder. The bear at once took it, and as he munched it purred like a contented cat well pleased with the menu That trout soon disappeared, and then passed over an- other four-pounder."
 "Another four-pounder, Freda" and then Ibegan to think of Falstan and his men in | buckram.
 "Yes, another four-pounder," he an- ! swered, and then he glswered upon me with ! something of disdain in his expression. "Weli," he continued, "I fed that bear trout after trout, until feeling somewhat treasured thought I would take a glance at the recipient of my bounty, so slowly | turned my head as he was feasting, and, | much to my amazement, discovered that | he was perfectly blind. I carefully arose | now. and placing dozen or two of trout at | his feet, gently walked of, and stepping into the stream pursued my course to camp. | I never told this strange adventure to my associate campers, for was satisfied they would set me down as an ingenious liar"