The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-12-26
EAGLES GROWING TROUBLESOME.
Their Depredations the Cause of Much
Profanity.
From the Cincinnati Inquirer.

From the Cincinnati Inquirer.
Sodus Point. DEC. 15.-Unless some,
thing is done to kill off the eagles that
have been making depredations along
the shores of Great sodus bay some Of
the farmers and sportsmen hereabouts
Will surely go crazy. There are a large
number Of eagles that hang around Eagle
Island that are very foxy and manage
to keep out of the way of hunters; they
are likewise very foxy in their depreda-
tons These birds have their eyrie in the
most inaccessible crags of Chimney
Bluffs.
Tuesday of this week Uncle Ben Catch
pole and Roman Cole started out in
light sklff from Bonnicastle to trout
for pickerel. Uncle Ben handled the
oars, while Romano held and managed
the trolling line. After trolling down to-
ward the head Of the bay without any
luck, they turned around and headed up
for home again. Pretty soon Uncle zen
began to get tired from rowing, and
also thirsty Say. Romain,' said he,
lets so up to Harlow lie Roy S and tao
kle his cider bari. The old man hain't
to home and mebbe we kin git some
stuff to wet our whistles With. Fur my
part, I'm ALTERED dry" Just then a tug
was given at the trolling line, which
caused it to stretch taut, making a swish
in the water. "Ge Whitaker, John Rob-
inson," shouted Uncle Ben, "handle that
line careful nowi you've got a whale on
thar" Slowly the line was pulled in I'M
til the fish appeared, which was mann
moth pickerel.
1t was beautiful fish to look at.
rather thin, however, measuring about
feet s inches in length and weighing,
according to the statements of both fish
ermen, over II pounds. 'Hooray for Hoo
fish into the boat. BY this time the
fishermen had reached a point just OPP
posite Bonnicastle, the starring point, and
the noise of Romans shout brought the
women out of the house on a dead run to
see what was up. See what Uncle Ben
and me'es cOtchedp' sung out Roman,
lifting up the big fish. For the lands
a living sakes," came the feminine reply.
Instead of landing as wise fishermen
should, and landed the fish, cleaning 1t
for dinner, they decided to row up to lie
Roys Island and get the old mans cider
barrel. At last they reached lie ROy's
and satisfying themselves that Harlow
was up at his new hotel at the upper end
of the island, they beaChed the boat
pickerel and all, clambered up the bank
and in due time reached the Woodshed.
where, sure enough, was the cider barrel.
After satisfying themselves with toler-
ably sweet cider they started off again.
BET your neck Harl win know that some
body's been her after the apple juice" re-
marked Uncle Ben, pointing to the prints
his No. IS boots made in the mud. "WhO
cares" remarked Roman, he'll blame it
to Joe Jones like as not. The pair then
wandered down toward the landing when
suddenly a sight met their eyes that near
ly paralyzed them. "Well, l swow, Ro-
main" sung out Uncle Ben, who was
watching out for anything, look at that
cussed bird down thar in the boat" At
this an eagle. which had sighted the NAM
moth pickerel in the boat, descended, got
his talons into the pickerel, and, without
thanking the fishermen for their catch,
scared away in the direction of Chimney
Bluffs, bearing the seventeen-pound pick
erel as easily as if 1t had been a feather
or an ounce tadpole. The fish could be
seen switching its tail as 1t was speedily
born aloft not at all pleased with its
rapid transit a la eagle. well, by guy"
said Roman, II bet that's what we get
for coonin Harl lie Roy's cider"
That was the last the fishermen saw Of
their pickerel, but not the last they heard
of 1t. When they got home the women
folks Of course were waiting for the fish.
Mrs. Cole. "Oh! gosh drast the blame
fish" replied the old man, while me
an Roman was coonin some of Harl lie
Roy's cider an ALFRED bald-headed eagle
swooped down and cooned it," oh
fudge Uncle Ben" was the reply. you
don't mean to stuff us with such stories
I'll bet you fellows got full of cider and
tipped the boat over, else the fish got
away from you" Notwithstanding the
stout protestations of both Uncle Ben
and Roman. the women stuck to that
story and guyed the fishermen unmerci-
fully. But they learned better later in the
week.
Wednesday afternoon Uncle Zen de-
cided that he must have a turkey for
Thanksgiving dinner, that's what he must
have, so he caught a big, fat gobbler,
killed it, and was hard at work picking
the feathers off the bird, a plump fellow
weighing close to 20 pounds, when one
of the women called to him from the house
to get a pail of water. Uncle Ben laid
the turkey on the woodpile, which was
about five rods from the barn and equally
distant from the house, and after getting
the pail started off to the well, about FIVE
rods away. Just as he got to the well he
heard a loud scream, and, turning quick
ly, he saw Roman coming out Of the house
in answer to a scream from one of the
women who was standing in the doorway
waiting for the water, and who was yell