St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-08-07
A GILT.EDGED LIAR.
He Was Afraid the Crowd Would
Not Believe Him.

Not Believe Him.
Forest and Stream.
Fred, who was gilt-edged reconteur,
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 year ago, on Fox
river, in the Northern peninsula of
Michigan he had an adventure that was
as laughable as it was exciting.
give his own language as near as
possible: II 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 felt that would catch all the
trout could carry. AS soon as 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 a pound, and
many as large as four pounds. l filled
my creel, all my pockets and several
strings which l kept tied to my belt. l
was really walking trout preserve.
Having about one hundred, and as l
was no trout log. concluded to go
ashore and rest awhile before returning
to camp. Seeing an inviting stump
alongside heavy clump of bushes that
cast grateful shade, L approached IT.,
and as | sat down upon 1T, it began to
crumble, as thought, from mere rot
tenness, and l therefore took seat on
the grass by its side.
ho6 cot bora hIIf q D1nDpnt or fw0
before I got a frightened glimpse of a
bears head over my shoulder. 1t now
struck me that had sat upon bear in
stead of stump, and was so paralyZed
with fear that [ lost all strength and
the cold persplration freely oozed out
from every pore. l expected every
minute to feel his sharp claws search
ing my anatomy and the work of masti-
cation commence. My whole life now
flashed before me distinctly, and l be-
gan to wish l had never been other
than a saint. The suspense was so
great that | WIS fearful l would
swOon, when all at once | felt
the bear nosing around my creel. A
happy thought at this suspicious mo-
ment flashed upon me like lightning.
The bear fortunately was an epicurean.
and preferred trout to human flesh.
Escape now SeeUeu pOSSlUI0s duu lily
strength of body and mind began to
rapidly retnrn. | now carefully took a
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 muched it purred like con-
tented cat well pleased with the menu.
That trout soon disappeared and then
passed over another four-pounder."
"Another four-pounder, Fred?" and
then began to think of Falstaff and his
men in buckram.
Eyes, another four-pounder." he
answered, and then he glowered upon
ME with something of disdain in his ex-
preston.
"Well," he continued, 81 fed that
bear trout after trout, until feeling
somewhat treasured thought l would
take a glance at the recipient of my
bounty, so | slowly turned my head as
he was feasting, and much to my amaze
ment l discovered he was perfectly
blind. l carefully arose now, and plac--
ing dozen or two Of trout at his feet, !