Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1890-11-26

on the prayer-day appointed by the Ma
TONS ruler, but how many OF us are
able to say that our hearts are really
overlooking with thankful praise?
Last autumn, Abner Walker, Tom
Pruitt and 1 went fishing on the lower
White river, in Arkansas. We knew
nothing of the country and especially
were we ignorant of the best places to
fish; and, consequently, we employed
as guide an old fellow known as Bone
! Buck. l don't think that had ever be-
fore seen quite so lank man. Tom
Pruitt, considerable of wag, by the
way, declared that Bone Buck could
stand in a double-barreled shotgun,
reach down and take hold of his boot
straps.
Reports of heavy rains above had
| reached us, and the river was slowly
rising when we started down the stream,
but as dangerous rise is very rare in
the fall of the year, we paid no atten-
ton to the warning muttered by Bone
Buck. After travelling about thirty
miles we landed and began to explore
the neighborhood to settle upon camp
ing place. We had not gone far after
leaving the boat when Bone Buck
stopped suddenly and said:
"Look here, in this country a big
spring rise that don't come is mighty
nigh shore sign of fall overflow. The
June rise didn't come, an now I bet you
| any thing we air IN fur it. bet thar is
| a twenty-foot rise a rushin' down this
mint, an ef you men will take the ad-
vice of man that is putty nigh fool
in some things but powerful sharp in
others, you will strike out fur high
| ground an let this fishin' go for awhile.
| Fish never will bite when the water is
| risin', nohow."
was disposed to take Bones advice,
but Tom said: mo, we have come all
the way down here to fish and am 60
ing to fish. What do you say, Abner?"
81 am in favor Of trying it awhile,
anyway" Abner rejoined.
"All right" Bone replied. "I'll stay
with you, an even eff we don't ketch no
fish we mout have a power of fun.
Lissen," he suddenly added, "don't you
hear that water roarin'?"
To hear that roar did not require very
close listening. 1 had often heard the
comparison, ''like the rush of mighty
waters" but never before had appre-
ciated the full force of the phrase.
Come" said Bone, wheeling about,
"we've got to git that boat or we mout
be Grounded like a lot of rats
We ran back to the place where we
had landed. The boat was gone. 'That
almost do settle It," Bone declared.
"Come ahead an let's pull outen here
beto' it gifts too dark to see. You men
don't pear to ketch the meanin' of all
this here. Eff We git cut off by the wa
ter you will wisht you never hearn tell
Of fish,"
He did not understand US, for we did
appreciate the danger, but not knowing
what to do could say nothing. We
struck out in . westerly direction and
had proceeded but short distance
when darkness overlook US. Bone did
not say much, but judging by the grunts
he INDUCED in whenever he heard any
new noises, knew that he was far FROM
being satisfied with the situation. After
long walk through a forest densely
tangled in its wildness, Bone halted
and, remaining silent for few mo-
ments, said:
"It's plum Aun settled now, I'm
thinkin'."
"Have you LIST your way2" asked.
81 amt had no way to lose. I DOM
kere how often Teller comes through
these here woods, he don't Farm no way
A squirrel AMT home when he's IL
here"
"What are yNOu going to do?" Abne1
asked. "I'd uke to know for I've go
my appetite Sith me, and am begin
ming to banker after the flesh pots"
"Yas," Bone replied, "an' let me tel
you that you'll banker still wus befo
you git to whsr the pot is a b'ilin'
Every thing We had, you know. was tucl
: away by the boat"