The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-09-13

an smells more like sassige wien it's put
afore We ready fur chawin' than it does
like the sWeet-scented, qulverin', sparklin'
thing ye draw'd out'n the eddyin' pool list
at the foot o. the swift bend in the br, ok,
whar the alders mods an the elms throws
their dancin' shadders. An thar's another
reason WY Betsey or M'rlar or Jerusha
can't cook a trout, cause half o. the cookin'
OF trout is in the ketchin' o. it.
"Pll tell We, squire. Yer campin', fur
instance, fur day or two on yer fav'rite
creek. 4e'v got in thar late in the
AFTERNOON, cause on yer way out yer
trapsed good piece out'n yer way to see
how the signs o. woodcock is, an whuther
the oil hen pheasants hez had proper luck
with their hatchin' an to kinder skin yer
eye over the prospects o. deer, an to mebbe
take peep long the swamp edges fur a
bar or so a-wallerin'. Wall, We git to yer
campin' place late in the AFTERNOON, an by
the time We get things in shape yer too
tired to let the trout know ye'v come, an
SO We bunk in on yer bed o. new-cut hem
lock boughs. an fore ye've heerd the
Whlpperwill call twict, settin' out jist
beyent yer cabin ez he is, an maxim
the stiffness seem deeper with his noise
ye sling yer arm up over yer head, an
whoop! b'gosh yer asleep Wen We wake
up IN the mornin' the sun is iist a-thinkin
O. gettin' up, an it'll be half an hour yit
fore We kin say good mornin' to him The
trees is full o. birds a. singin' thur a sassy
red squirrel chatterin' in the big chestnut
tree down in the holler; the breeze comes
down from the mountain back o. We an fills
We full o. new life; the leaves trembles an
shakes, an drops little showers o. silver
that'n glitter, by an by, when the
sun sees 'em; We can't see the
brook, but We kin hear it shoutin' from
beyent the stretch o. hemlocks; We look
aroun' and swell yer lungs, an say:
'B'gosh, this is NICE an l hain't a bit
tired no more
"Then We dig yer fire place foot deep
an ez wide ez We want it. Ye dig it right
in the messy spot, at the foot o. the old
rock, iist step from the cabin. Then We
build a fire o. hard wood and keep her
goin'. It'll by the time ye'v got yer flies tied
on an ev'rytning in shape fur goin' over
an tacklin' the brook, ye'v got foot deep
O. the cleanesJ, red hottest ashes ez ever
glowed an waited fur to be used
'Ye find the creek iist right, an vile yer
lookln' 1T over, green-winged fly drops on
the water, an it can't struggle hard enough
to keep the ripples from bearin' 1t along,
till 1t circles roun' the edge o. the big rock
that sets in the brook ilst blow We, lookin'
proud o. the moss that kivers it, an seemin'
to say, Don't We wish ye war me, settn'
here IN the shadders, an the creek a kissin'
of we, an allus singin' to ye day in an day
out an never gittin tired o. it! Don't We
W. sh We war meg
1.-The green winged fly circles roun' the
edge o. the proud Oh rock. Ye see flash
in the water, an thur foamy place in the
pool fur secon' or so. The green winged
fly is gone.
".A-ha' ye say. If yen take mine that
way, OBJ Teller, yer my meat AM We drop
yer flies way below the rock an dance 'em
up along it. Whizs He took the leader,
ar it's in his jaw. Give him linel Keep
away from that OF root thar, on
t'other side the creek Whewl See
him come out o. that water. He's a
good I'm, b'gosh! Thar he goes
fur tide. like steam ingine! F'ollew him
quick, if he leads ye milel Hop on Hol'
on! He's comm back agin! Reel in yer
line, an don't hol yer rod so low.
Straighren her up Straighten her up
Thar Now let him worry hisself a spell
in that deep hole. Keep him head up. He's
game I'm, but he's goner. Now he'll
fellew yer line ez ye reel him in Gentle
with him, fur he'll give another kick wien
he sees We. Thar he comes. Now yer net
A-hal He's yourn'l Lay him in the
dewy grass. Don't put yer hans on him
Sniff the SAVIOR OF i'm. Nothln' like that
grows on plant or tree, nor kin they make
Lit with the balm o. flowers,