The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-10-14

When their backs almost break from
dropping potatoes, they gracefully fit from
the potato patch and straighten up and
take the hard knots out of their spinal
columns by treading CLANS, which is also a
great natatorial luxury.
If they wax weary through their siren
uous efforts in climbing up hill behind a
pillow they spend half day sitting in boat
fishing to even matters. And the practice
they enjoy in raking hay puts them in the
primest kind of prime condition for raking
clans at low tide. The very act of milk
ing COW brings their hands into exactly
the same play that they practice while
trolling for bluefish. They understand
the management of boat as we'll as they
do that of a wagon they can row as well
as they can drive; they are adopts in the
art of sailing, and they can spear cells and
other fish at sight, with the aid of Ian
tern, with the skill of the Indian. Some
of them do not even require a lantern, but
with the aid of good cigar can soon have
numbers of fish Tapping Historically, if
you will, all over the bottom of the boat
In this place no man ever fabricates on the
subject of his piscatorial triumphs.
If he says he caught bluefsh weighing
bWtlN0 pOuuOS III Simply ILdO UIidu
was almost the exact weight, and he is not
put in the notifying position of an old
angler 1 once knew, who, upon stating
that he had caught five pound bass, had
to undergo the humiliation of seeing it
weighed before his eyes. But when he
knew that it weighed only three pounds
and a half he was not in the least discon-
certed, although the subject of various
jokes, but gave it as his opinion that either
the scales were wrong or that the fish had
shrunk a pound and half since taken
from the water. But the latter was fresh
water angler, and from what experience
have had, coupled with observation, it is
my opinion that fresh water has much
more disastrous effect than salt water upon
the veracity.
1t is such a common thing about here
for man to catch basketful of fish that
nothing is thought of it. 1t would be
splendid thing for a fresh water fisher
who loves the gentle art of lying to come
down here for awhile. He could lie to his
hearts content and every one would be-
lieve him. But the chances are that he
would stop lying under the bracing influ-
ence of the salt air, and would develop into
such a champion of truth that he would
be stricken with cramps in his conscience
to such an extent that he would soon write
out a confession of all the angling lies be
ever told-at least those touching on the
fortunes of the angler.
There is one man down here, though,
who tells a story that is not generally cred
tied. Most people think he has been tell
ing it so long that he really believes it to
be strictly true. He says that in his young
er days the crabs were so thick and had
such a sharp scent that he used to set an
old trunk on the shore of the creek and
scatter some bullfrogs on its bottom. The
crabs, he says, would swarm over the sides
of the trunk until it was about full, at
which time he would softly emerge from
behind bush, push the lid of the trunk
quickly down, lock it and carry it home.
Sometimes he says he would, upon open
ing the trunk, find a black duck or two
among the crabs.
r. X. MUNKITTRICK.