The record-union., 1891-08-17

the catfish climb the tree and eat them
before they are fully matured. Every
sweet has its counteracting tart, but he
can count himself fortunate that the enc
mics Of the clam, the woolly aphis, phyl-
loXera, apopIeXy and yoX pOpun have
not encroached on his tamale tree.
Prompt measures will be taken by the
Clam Diggers' Union, the jurisdiction of
which extends to Bodega, to eradicate the
pest. Either the Board of Horticultur-
lists will send out a bug inspector who
will advise the importation of more Eng
lish sparrows, or the Fish Commission
ers will prescribe double barreled shot
guns. CLAIMS root within mile as deep
as the wild morning glory, and must be
harvested in the dark of the moon. They
require ample and regular irrigation by
flooding. An old clam chaser disparaged
the qualities of the American article by
lntimating that those across the briny
blue were better in flavor. AS he
knocked the ashes from his dudeen on
the heel of his rawhide brogan, and spat
on his hands preparatory to welding his
shovel, he remarked: The CLAIMS be's
kind o. wilde wild in this CONTRARY"
The wild and woolly clam, when baked
IN the sand and plentifully tinctured
with that commodity mingled with pep
pers and salt, tastes like unto last years
oyster and little more so. When they
approach doneness they burst open like
npened chestnuts, and are ready for the
epicure.
We are all familiar with the proverb
relating to the happiness of the clam at
high tide. But between you and me and
the mucllage bottle (Which always keeps
close mouth) clam hasn't enough
bralny matter to experience thrills of
bliss. Why, shrimps, bologna Sausages,
llmburger, and even dudes, are shining
headlights of intellectually when COM
narnd with tho Sp11nI clam
There is nothing that viii add more
luscious flavor TO your huckleberry pie
than a straw-ride. Five miles in dead
AK wagon heaped with sweet-Smelling
hay will put a sharp edge on the most
lackadaisical appetite. And say, by the
way, on your return from the coast in
company with the usual cargo of shells,
and horse-shoes, and sun-burn, you will
bring with you royal appetite; and when
you drop the pay for your first months
board in your landlady palm, turn your
head carelessly away to avoid her ex-
presslve, appealing eyes, which will say:
S 81"
What though Moses balked when half
way UP hill! 1t gave US chance TO
throw aside cOnyentioualitieS and foot
gear, and toboggan in the fine, soft sand.
1t is nay candid opinion that that horse
never regularly baked. He only halted
moment to let his wall-eye rest on the
long, low stretch of beach, the breakers,
four and tive in succession, tumbling
madly in their crestS white with spray as
tall, green green trees, whose proud
heads are powdered with snow. He was
only horse, an DID, tlea-bitten, ornery
horse, but he had exquisite feelings hid
den under that NANCY hide, and
The heart could nothing feel that felt not
this.
When the day grows old the fog
comes skurrying aimlessly through u
cleft in the hills in great ragged Sheets 1t
gives up Its mad revel to join the banks
that are settling like white fleece over the
surface of the water. 1t covers the sport
ing waves like a mother who draws the
snowy covering over her rollicking little
ones who refuse to torsake their play and
yield up to sleep, and when an occasional
recreant wave leaped defiantly in the air it
encountered the rebuking frOwn of the
overbending fog. A boat with sail up
lifted, fed by hurrying wind, and keeled
over almost to drinking in the waters at
its edge, goes skimming lightly through
the gloom like phantom bark. On the
edge Of bar, where the waves have kept
a long line Of yellow foam at bay, row
of sea birds stand grim, ungainly, CHASTITY
gaunt and OnIinous as the ebony raven
on the bust of Pallas, some with wings
outstretched, others with the statuesuue
pose Of tin soldier.
y select party wended their way down
the craggy sleeps that approach the castle
to the wharf, one evening, intending to
take a sail and view the phosphorus in
the water. There was no phosphorus on
the waves, but there was sulphurous blue
tinge TO the atmosphere when a blue
cutaway was scrambling around in six
feet Of wet under the wharf trying to fish
out two young ladies who were crawling
up the sides of the upturned boat like
shipwrecked crabs. The gentleman who
performed the rescuing act was one Mr..
ITO be Continued