The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-08-07
A Forty miners Salmon Trout

Away back in 1852 myself, a Bay Slater, and
Old Boss, a New Yorker. a fresh salt water
man, were running trading store and mining,
too, on one of the branches of the Yuba river,
says q writer in the Boston Journal Boss.
partner, liked to cook, and was a good cook
didn't like to cook; was bad cook. So we
hitched wonderfully for near seven long years
Old Benz say old" because he was three
years older than was-Old Ben one day says:
Why don't you go a-fishing? Indians get
plenty, and you don't get nary one
Well, that was poser; So to solve the fish
business, l concluded to watch the Indians
Bucks or squaws don't fish much; they do the
dressing and cooking. Well, it was not long
before observed an Indian with his dart; they
don't fish with hooks and lines and such trash
but have dart about five feet long with a bone
togge on the end that goes through the fish
when thrown. trailed my Indian fisherman
He went down to the mouth of the creek where
it emptied into the Yuba, walked right into the
middle Of it and began to walk up stream on
the slippery stones He didn't have to take off
his boots or roll up his trousers. for he had none
Well, didn't have to 70 into the creek to do
my fishing or watching, but walked up the
bank among the bushes keeping well out Of the
Indians sight, for was novice, only learning,
and it vas not long before l heard a ugh
grunt, and soon I heard him say, "Winnee
mucho grlndee,' then saw him throw the fish
out on the bank l had to be careful from
being seen, but was ready to pick up the big
salmon trout, d regular DehuUy, UDE6e-DOilnder.
and put him on my sharpened crotched live oak
stick. kept that up until | had load then
started back TO the old store, marched into the
cook-house Fart of the store. told old Pard Ben,
Now for baked salmon trout"
Ben asked how ruuca paid.
We'll, Just nothing, was the reply. 81
picked them up with my two hands; that is the
way l caught them"
where did you do itF'' said he.
up the creek. -
"Well, Just tell me how you done it. Psrd
Harry, says he.
said, NO, shall not give away my fisher
kept on fishing in that way for long num-
Der Of weeks until on9 unfortunate day | got
too careless and greedy and followed up Mr.
Indian too fast. for | recollect I had caught
most all could carry, when | heard ugh ~
grunt, and, looking up saw @ 2J0pounder In
dian, who yelled at me: No good Americana
mucho moolo.n had no time to plan what To
do, so acted on my first impulse and marched
direct to him and sad, Blank good Indian. me
give you half" So | sat right down on tne
ground and divided them, adopting the usu1l
course Of the white race keeping the largest
fiSh for myself Then, rising to nv feet 50 "A
BLANK good Indian again, and gave him some
stunnin familiar whacks on the back he had
no shirt on, only plug hat like any fancy buck :
they used 10 delight in deshabille Appearances
Well, the Indian looked at me, then at the two
lots OF fish. as much as ~ say, That is decid-
eddy cool"
said, Come on. good Indian; me give you
fancy Snlrtee down az Inc store
picked up my half which was a big load
aud started down the trail. ! could hear the
bare feet following. | took them 10 old Ben. ia
our cook house. and said: There, make a good
spread OF this lot Then got fancy shirt
and pair of trousers and handed them to Mr.
Indian, laughing That laugh spoiled all my
good kindnesses, for the Indian said ''mucho
moolo' again, and then old Ben came Ia and
said: WHAT'S upg"
Well. II that Indian ddp't burt out the whole
stery-how ! had got his fish and had been
getting them, too. f0r many moons. That ended
my trout fishing, for every Indian within ffty
miles knew OF u very soon. aud haze not been
trout fishing 6inee.