The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-07-12
PROPELLED BY A FISH.
A Fletboat Hauled Hundreds of Mile
by g Mu3 Cat.


From the Indianapolis Ne,rs
Shout and cheer and drink your beer,
No more IN shame and pain.
For now the cry is everywhere,
Our Brady's home again
The Auanias Club welcomed Patrolman
Brady back from New Orleans with tre
verselet that opens this chapter as be walked
into the club room last night, putting
cigarette. He was fined 3d. but threw the
dude stick away when the president re-
mitted the fine
New Orleans is a right smart place."
said the patrolman, land has undergone
many changes since last | saw it. | visited
New Orleans about seventy years ago.
was only so years old then, but | remem-
Der everything relating to my trip with
great distlDctness. We didn't have any
mile-a-minute vestibule trains, nor did we
have any smash-ups on rotten trestleS, nor
jumping off of tracks on bad curves Nv
first trip was made down the river on a fiat
boat called the Duke of Orleans. She was a
sQuare-boWed, fiat-bottom craft that was
capable of great speed, but was so con-
founded lazy that about three miles an hour
was the best she would do in high wind
and fast current. We we're floating down
the Mississippi one bright summer day. l
was steering, and on the front end Of the
boat some Of my companions we're plaviug
draw poker, two-call-five. without limit
Suddenly perceived something ahead of us
directly in the channel.
whats that, Jack q yelled to a man
forward. Without looking, ne shouted
back:
IAN ace full on kings
"'No, no. | sh outed, / mean what's that
in the river ahead of us "
"A snag responded Jack. Throw YOUR
tlller hard to larbcard and you'll miss it,
just then the supposed snag disappeared for
an instant and then bobbed up again a few
hu dred feet down the river | was not
satisfied, and calliCg one of the boys to take
the sweep | Nent to the bow of the boat.
| saw what the object was. 1t was coming
directly for the boat.
"'Land nue. q hand here bows l shouted.
whats the matter, Jim F" asked one.
Catfish waS all | said. But that was
enough. The game was broken up in an
instant. and the crew, with pale faces, began
buckl G on life preservers. for O collision in
mldStream with Mississippi river bull cat
fish is no trifing affair. | did not propose
to give up our boat so easily, and, drawing
a pistol, | fired at the approaching monster
| saw the bullet strike his mailed back and
fall off into the muddy water. The fish
was flashing the water into foam, and [
could see its eyes fastened with a
wicked glare on our frail craft There was
not much time to lose. A few moments
| and we would be lost. Then { ought of
something The fish was within fifty feet
of our boat Snatching the anchor hurled
it at the approaching terror. True to nv
aim the heavy iron struck the fish on the
lower jaw. Thinking, evidently. that it was
something good TO eat, the fish attempted to
swallow the anchor, but the flukes caught
in his outlet, and, leapng half out of The
water, the huge fish turned and started
down stream. Quick as lightning | gave
the anchor rope three turns around the
sampson pests and as it pulled taut we
began to move through the water with
great speed. The now frightened fish made