Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-08-08
A For. Winners Salmon Trout.

Told by him in the Boston Journal.
Away back III 1852, myself. bay slater. and
Old Boss, Yorker, fresh salt water man,
were running trading store and mining too,
on one of the branches of the Yuba river
Boss, partner, liked to cook and was a good
cook. l idn't like to cook; was a bad cook.
SO we hltched wonderfully for near seven long
years. Old Benz say old" because he was
| three years older than wss-Od Ben one day
! says: Why don't you go a-fshing9 Indians
get plenty and you don'tget nary one"
Well, that was II poser; so to solve the fish
business l concluded to watch the Indians
Bucks or squaws don't fish much; they do the
dressing aud cooking. Well, it was not long
before l 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
tOggle OF the end that goes through the fish
when thrown. trailed my Indian fisherman.
He went down to the mouth of the creek where
1t empties into the luba, walked right into the
middle OF il and began to walk up stream on
the slippery stones. lie didn't have to tuke off
his boots or roll up his trousers, for he had
none on.
do my fishing or watching, but walked up the
| bank among the bushes, keeping well out of
| the Indians sight, for l was Il novice ouly
| learning, and it was not long before / heard a
| ugh" grunt and soon heard him say, Win
| nee mucho grandee," then saw him throw the
being seen, but was ready to pick up the big
salmon trout. a regular beauty, three FOUNDER,
| and put HIM Oh my sharpened crotched live
| oak stick. / kept that up until had load.
then started back to the old store, marched
| into the cook house part of the store, told old
Pard Ben. Now for baked salmon trout"
| Ben asked how much paid.
"Well, just nothing" was the reply, ~
picked them up with my two hands; that is the
way caught them"
| where did you do it?' said he.
up the creek"
"Well, just tell me how you done it, Pard
| Harry" says he.
said, No shall not give away my fisher
| mans luck"
l kept on fishing in that way for long num-
Der OF weeks until one unfortunate day got
| too careless and greedy and followed up Mr..
| Indian too fast, for l recolect had caught
most all could carry, when heard ''ughr'
grunt, and, looking up, saw a 2O0-pounder In
dian, who had yelled at me: mo good Ameri-
cano, mucho moolo" had no time to plan
| what to do. so acted on my first impulse aud
| marched direct to him and said, blank good
| Indian, me give you half" So sat right down
| on the ground and divided them. adopting the
usual course of the white race, keeping the
| largest fish for myself. Then, rising to nv
| feet said, BLANK good Indian" again, and
| gave him some stunning familiar whacks on
| the back; he had no shirt on, only plug hat
like any fancy buck; they used to delight in
deshabllle appearances. Wen, the Indian looked
at me then at the two lots Of fish, as much as to
say, THAT is decidedly cool"
| / said: Come on, good Indian, me give you
| q fancy shirtee down at the store"
| picked up my half, which was a big load,
| and started down the trail / could hear the
bare feet following. took them to old Ben in
| the cook house and said: There, make a good
spread of this lot" Then got q fancy shirt
| aud pair of trousers and handed them to Mr..
Indian laughing. That laugh spoiled all INV
good kindnesses, for the Indian said '.mucho
| mooio" again, and then old Ben came in and
| said: whats up2'
Well, il that Indian didn't blurt out the whole
| story, how had got his fish and had been get.
| ting them, too, tor four mopns. That ended
my trout fishing, for every Indian within fifty
miles knew of it very soon and have not been
| trout fishing since.