St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-09-26
A GILT-EDGED LIAR.
He Was Afraid the Crowd Would
Not Believe Him.

Forest and Stream.
Fred, who was gilt-edged raconteur,
could take the most simple fact. and
after he had woven his web OF fiction
around it few times it would never be
recognized as coming from its original
sources. He stated 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 laughabIe as it was exciting.
L give his own language as near as
possible: Il 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. 1t was cloudy and muggy
day, and l felt that would catch all
the trout | could carry. As soon
as l waded in the stream the
trout took my hook the moment
it touched the water, and [ pulled them
out right and left all the way down.
not catching a single fish under pound
and many as large as four pounds. L
filled my ereel, all my pockets and sew
eral strings which kept tied to my
belt. was really walking trout pre-
serve. Having about 100. and as L was
no trout hog, I concluded to go ashore
and rest awhile before returning to
camp. Seeing an inviting stump along
side heavy clump of bushes that cast
a grateful shade, L approached 1t. and
as I sat down upon it, it began to
crumble, as thought. from mere rot
tenness, and L therefore took a seat On
the grass by its side.
had sat there but moment or two
before [ got a frightened glimpse OF
l. I. L oh NO
struck me that had sat upon bear in
stead of stump, and Twas SO paralyzed
with fear that | lost all strength, and
the cold perSpiration freely OOzed out
from every pore. expected every mill
ute to feel his sharp claws seaching my
anatomy and the work OF mSStlcatlOn
commence. My whole life now flashed
before me distinctly, and l be-
gan to wish | had never been
other than saint. The suspense was so
great that | was fearful l would sw0on,
when all at once 1 felt the bear nOsing
around my creeL A happy thought at
this suspicious moment flashed upon
me like lightning. The bear was an
epicurean, and preferred trout to hui
man flesh. Escape now seemed possible
and my strength of body and mind be-
gan to rapidly return. now carefully
look Ilfec-pOullu tlOuG OuI vi MY
pocket, as that was the handieSt, and
held it over my shoulder. The bear at
once took it, and as he munched 1t
purred like acontented cat. well pleased
with the menu. That trout soon dis
appeared, and then L passed over an
other four FOUNDER"
Another four-p0under, Fred%' and
then [ begin to think of Falstatf and his
men in buck ram
Eyes, another our-pounder," he an
swered, and then he giowered upon me
with something of disdain in his ex-
preston.
WELL" he continued, II fed that
bear trout after trout, until. feel
ing somewhat treasured, l thought
l would take 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. carefully arose
now, and placing dozen or two trout
at his feet, l gently walked off, and
stepping into the stream, pursued my
course to camp. never told the strange
adventure to my associate campers, for
L was satisfied they would set ME down
as an ingenious liar"