Morning journal and courier., 1890-08-27
A A,Forty-Niner,. salmon Trout.
Told by Him in the Boston journal.

Told by Him in the Boston Journal
Away bach in 1852, myself, "a 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;
was bad cook. So we hitched wonder
fully for near seven long years. Old Ben
Il say ''old' because he was three years
older that than / was-old Ben one day
says: why don't. you 60 fishing.
Indians get plenty and yOu don't get
nary one"
Well, that was q poser; to solve the fish
business concluded to watch the Indians
Bucks or squaws don't fish much; they
do the dressing and cooking Well, it wasnOt
long before / observed an Indian with his
dart; they don't fish with hooks and lines
and such trash, but have n dart about FIVE
feet long with bone toggle ON the end
that goes through the fish when thrown. i
trailed my Indian fisherman. He went
down to the mouth of the creek where il
emptied into the Yuba. walked right into
the middle of it and began to walk up
stream on the slippery stones. He didn't
Trousers, for he had none on.
Well, / didn't have to 60 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 was not
long before / heard ''ugh" grunt, and
soon heard him say, ''Winnee mucho
grandee," then saw him the fish out on
the bank. / had to be careful from being
seen, but was ready to pick up the big
salmon trout, a regular beauty, three
FOUNDER, 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,
Iart of the store, told old Paid Ben, ''Now
.or baked salmon trout"
Ben asked how much paid.
well, just nothing" was the reply. 81
picked them up with my two hands; that
is the way caught them"
Where did you do iti- said he.
Cup the creek"
''Well, Just tell me how you done it
Pard Harry" says he.
said, mo, shall not give away m,
| fisherman's luck"
kept on fishing in that way for long
j number of weeks until one unfortunate
| day got too careless and greedy and fol
| lOWtu up Mr. llulhu tpo Aasl. IuE EtSNt
lect had caught most all l could carry
when heard ''ugh," grunt, and looking
| up. saw a 200-pounder Indian, who yellei
at me: mo good Americana, much,
moolo." 1 had no time to plan what to do
| so acted on my first impulse and marched
direct to him and said, BLANK good In
dian, me give you half" So sat righ
down on the ground and divided them
l'adopting the usual course of the whit
race, keeping the largest fish for myself
Then, rising to my feet 1 said: ''Blanl
| good Indian" again, and gave him som
stunning familiar whacks on the back; h
had no shirt on, only plug hat like an.
fancy buck; they used to delight in desha
billie appearances. Well, the Indial
looked at ME, then at the two lots of fish
as much as to say, THAT is decided,
cool"
1 said, "Come on, good Indian, me Civ
you fancy shirtee down at the store"
picked up my half, which was bi
load, and started down the trail. i coul
hear the bare feet following. 1 took ther
to old Ben, in our cook house, and said
''There, make a good spread of this lot.
Then / got a fancy shirt and pair Q
trousers and handed them to Mr.. Indian
laughing. That laugh spoiled all my goo
kindness, for the Indian said 'smuch
moolo'' again, and then old Ben came i
and said, ''What's upF'
Well, if that Indian didn't blurt ont til
whole story, how 1 had got his fish
and had been getting them, too, for fou
moons. That ended my trout fishing, fo
every Indian within fifty miles knew Q
it very soon, and 1 have not been trou
fishing since.