The record-union., 1892-09-30

innocent Brahmas who were guillotined
for this one joyful occasion. Over at At
lantlc City the bloods angle for blue fish
IN white. kid gloves, and pride prompts
me to tell you that this amount OF grand
eur was sustained by one of our COM
pany OF Drowned fisher boys, in so far as
he wore white gloves-but they were cot
ton and had the fingers cut off to gain
ireer action. Another was decked in
canvas shoes, tan socks and short pants,
put the tan hose, alb me, were the natural
tint OF his mortal body.
On one of the larger islands is stationed
the house of Harrisburg fish and game
cup, while the headquarters of York
club smile back from the mainland. One
Island Is fine corn patch and is con-
nected with the shore by an ld-fashioned
ierryooat. How pretty the scene when
the lazy old tub leaves its sleeping
place IN the sedgy bank and crawls over
us weil-known yet ever-changing path.
we were too engrossed to note 1t, but it
must have been a fact that the sun had
mlscnlef in his eye when he dawned on
us, Tor he played us q despicable trick.
we padded among the green dots of
islands, amid shoals of water lilies,
the genuine waXen white variety that is
rightly highly priced They wade in the
shallow margin and make love to the
swarming catfish yet in their youth and
pInfeathers, with their subtle, sweet per-
fume. The petals are like the stiff fingers
on dead, uplitted hand that had caught
IN It's palm shower of golden powder
from some vagrant butterfy's wing.
Then there are the splatterdocks, the
plebeIan relative of the dainty lily, which
bears yellow cup on it's round, thick
stems. There are banks of calamus and
the straight, pretty leaves of common
marsh lily, not unlike the Gala.
gray mist crept stealthily down
among the hills, then deepened to purple
lending strange beauty to each simple
part OF the landscape, from the drifting
leaves to the shadows mirrored in the
CLASSY water. Soon the waters stopped
their gay carousal with the sunbeams and
turned sullen green, while saucy
white cap Dobbed up here and there. A
cool wind blew, growing steadier. and
bearing on its wings the unmistakable
and freshly sweet smell of approaching
rain. Even the oarsman, who had the
colo IN his elbow, warmed into some
thing like a move, and the boat fairly
flew toward the landing place to the tune
of Murphy owes the rent and we're
going to make him pay it," as the drops
fell like leaden pellets. The trees were
twisting and squirming and fiuttering
their tender branches to the ground. The
'rushabouT" was summoned, the human
garbage" loaded in without ceremony,
and Patrick Henry, from his seat on
nail keg in the front of the vehicle, as he
consulted his 81 so Waterbury, besought
us: For the love of Gawd, ladies, don't
git excited. Me and Dolly can make the
$50 train, l think" We arrived in
time, plenty of it, but it was mainly
owing to the fact that the 400 train was
an hour and half behind time.
Then came the gathering in of the
stragglers and the swapping of expert
ences. One fisherman said that if he had
that one he lost and another'n' he would
have had three. A good, generous, soak
ING rain set in and it was weary crowd
that vacillated over the planks like so
many disappointed Peris at the gates of
Paradise. The proud pond lilies looked
much like dish of stewed green's. The
gentleman with four eyes sat on a dis
mantled lunch basket and pensively
'cheWed on water-logged pretzel. Some
body suggested sending an electric mes
sage dated 'Quarantine'' to loving and
anxious friends. But the truant train
came and once aboard, the rain beating a
reyellle on the windows, all the terrors
OF the wait vanished into smoke, for we
were huddled into smoker. An eXcur-
sion to Washington had taken possession
Of the train, and the company let us hang
on where we could.
What did we catch? Why, we caught
the poison ivy, among other things, and
left enough bass in the river to enable the
Fish Commissioners to earn their sala-
ries.
l don't care much for bass, anyway.
A. r. L.
York, Pa, Sept. %, 1892,