Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-12-02
COUNTRY STORE sresIEs.
rho Last Was Too Much and the Speaker
WINS Left Alone


and around each man was q circle of
dark spots. The red canned goods la
bel and patent medicine bottles stared
down on the group. The man with the
County Clare whiskers shifted his cud
of tobacco and said, to no one in par
ticular, Went fishin' to-day"
Everyone kept on whiting, and the
jaws moved rythmically, but no one
apparently paid any attention to his
remark. What was the use of wasting
words; they knew the story was com
ing.
"Went fishin'," he repeated. "TIad
purity good luck"
Still no one helped him out.
After minute he said Eyes, had
what you might call or'nary luck.
Caught forty-seven picll'rel, and they
weighed nigh onto one hundred
pounds"
He shifted his cud back and picked
up fresh stick with the air of a man
who has done his duty.
The tick of the clock was the only
noise heard in the store, except for an
occasional spat as the dark circles be-
came better defined. But everyone
knew Seth Jones was going to speak
He always prefaced his remarks by
shifting one leg over the other and cut
ting the end of his stick short off.
Don't hev t fish t lletch pick rel,
he said, slowly.
"How's that, Seth?" asked a new
conner, who didn't know the customs
of the place.
Seth looked surprised and panied at
the interruption, but he continued: 81
was fishin' t'other day, and the pick rel
were so burned thick that one on EN-
jumped plum into the boat"
He looked at the first speaker pity
ingly and prepared a fresh chew.
The man with the gray beard and
child-like gray eyes walked over to the
sugar barrel and helped himself. Then
he said: Never got but one pick rel,
and speared him.
He waited until he was sure the new
conner was not going to interrupt him,
and then went on: II was spearin'
t'other night on the creek, an right
ahead saw a bullhead S longs
and he measured off foot or two on
the counter Il made drive at him
hard, for he was swimmin' fast. ! hit
him plum in the middle, but l didn't
get him"
Seth Jones moved uneasily on his
box, and the others involuntarily
stopped whiting.
mo, sir" the speaker went on. 'But
when l pulled my spear up had the
biggest piclS'rel l ever see. He must
hev weighed somethin' less n ton.
V see," he added, my spear was SO
sharp it cut that bullhead right in two
an the picll'rel happened to be swim
min under him."
He walked back to his seat on the
counter. and for several minutes no
. one said word.
But Hi Walker was thinking He
showed it plainly, and the rest waited
FOR him to speak.
Did v ever ketch two fish on one
1 hool1?' he asked, finally.
/ No one answered, and he went on
81 never did but once. was out with
/ that city dude as was up here the sum
mer Seth Jones' gray mare died o
locljaw, an we hadn't had any luck tc
! speak on all day long. But just afore
it was pitch dark he got on big bass
as it turned out t be. l thought he
would bust his whipper-snapper pole
! sure, but finally he got him up t the
I boat an told me t. put the net under
! him. felt around in the dark, unC
purity soon l see two of the biggest fsl
as ever grew in Snaky Lake. l lifted
in+n of ~
thought the dude would jump out n i
he was so tickled Fact, he had only
one hook an there were the two fish.
Seth Jones left the store withou
waiting for the explanation.
81 reckon that second fish must he'
been swimmin' along side o t'otlle
an just scooped him in," the speake
added, and then he said he must b.
going.
A dark-haired man with black eye
and coat that was new only tw,
years ago had been sitting in corne
without entering into the conversation
"You fellers hev told some pretty fai
fish yarns" he said, 'an' you're wei
come to all the fish you can ketch. Blu
when it comes to huntin', l know
thing or two"
No one had ever heard Bill Perl1in
tell story, and they listened half il
suspense, partly in doubt
eth other fall was down shootir
on the flats" he said, Three big
black duck flew by me, an L let 'er
have the right barrel. Two on zen
dropped and pulled t'other trigge
but the cap snapped threw the gu
down to fix it, when bang! it went ol
an burned near knocked me down.
looked around for the other duck, bu
couldn't see him nowhere, but whe
} l went to pick up the first two foun
him in the grass. When that gun wen
I off it knocked him down as clean as
whistle"
And they all filed out and left hiI
alone with his conscience. .-Buffal
Courier
Her Dream Came True.
A bashful youth of some twenty sun