The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-04-12

we found that all was not well In the
little hut where we had obtained quar-
ters after a days tramp. There was a
deal of whispering, and the men eyed
us very suspiciously. Finally, one OF
them said: Now, ye mus pardon our
cur osity, but we doan' know wat ye be
a-doin' here. Ye're payin full 81 er day
fur yer privileges, an ylt ye amt. as we
see. got no place ter sell yer fish, ner
anybody ter take 'em ter market fur we.
Now we doan like 20 harbor stitch sus-
dictionary keeracters.'
1--WE explained that we were a party OF
gentlemen, fishing for fun, but we could
see that they still regarded us as 'sus-
dictionary keeracters.' As soon as we
were on the water with the two guides
which they persisted in sending with us,
1 said: Now, take us TO one Of the
branches. We want to get our own min
nows.' 'What?' yelled the biggest guide
springing to his feet explain yerself, or
We amt got a minnit er live Then,
quieting down, he said, suriily, 'Ye better
fish wire we git chance.
Greatly mystlfed we fished through the
day in silence, but toward night all was
explained. AS we rowed into a narrow
inlet, my companion rose, and, with the
remark, 'Guss I'll slip this thing of,
took his Winchester from its shoulder
strap And in a second there were by
actual count half dozen rifles aimed at
us through the low branches on the shore
One OF the guides sprang TO his feet and
shouted: It's all right, feliers. They
amt nobody. I've seen fellers like the
one in them blue clothes up ter Rlchmon'.
They're all right.
Then we realized It all. We were In the
worst district in the United States-in the
very heart of the moonshiners. Next day
we left and Travelled up-country, where we
found a pretty and safe stream; and here
l caught a big bass, pulling him In with
nv patent rod and reel to the wonderment
of the simple natives. Last spring 1
went there again, and five miles away
country man greeted me with "Ain't you
the Teller thet caught that Dig pass with
Their spinin' machine?"
Very few people know that REILLY and
the 400 and its catching scenes were m
spIred by fishing expedition. Marshall
Wilder tells the story of its inception thus;
zone day met Ned Harrigan, and he SAID
Wilder, I've got to write new play.
Come IN in the Adiropdacks with me, and
maybe I'll think of something while were
fishing"
s'ITp to Skunk Lake we went-a lake as
nrettv as its name Is bad-and bright and
earIy we started out in our boat. But we
didn't catch anything, and by and by Har-
rjean got out his writing pad and began
to write. 'How's this. Wilder ne would
ask, and 'How's this?'
.The MAY was good just as he wrote It.
and every time he made point / would
give nice. loud bark of appreciation This
amused Ned at first. but after awhile he
beoan to get annoyed, and then real mad.
what are you barking at, WllderY he
sslxed suddenly, after had bow-wow-wow-
"a in nv best style at a good joke. Why
aren't YOU trying it on the dog?' asked.
sHarrigan was going to push me over
board at this, but just then | caught
eqb and we rOwed ashore made fire
and ,nIanked' it. Inspired By the fish, Har-
rioan finished the play In the afternoon,
and Il was brought out later with sue
cess"
Fishing stories seem to be the vogue,
iust now. for at the Fifth Avenue hotel,
Gov ID. Russell Brown Of Rhode Island
was amusing a group OF political friends
Win an account Of a fishing expedition,
taken By himself. IA company with Sena-
Tor Aldrich and John A. Hopkins.
1T was on Moosehead lake. said the
governor. "and we had gone up 20 stalk
Tor deer. but the deer managed 20 keep 80
far ahead that we gave up the stalking
ana decided 10 90 fishing. IN tell you
what 10 do said the senator, let's 20
canoeing Each man can manage his own
canoe ana fish. too. I've seen the Indians
10 n many q time; and done u with them.
Ia fact. an Indian taught me the art Of