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

canoeing on forest principles You carry
on your talk or you fish, or you shoot,
and the canoe takes care OF itself don't
you see-if you only understand IT,
After a little instruction from Senator
Aldrch we all set out I'm canoes. Hop
kins and | were little fearful, but AL
drich knew just what he was doing all
the time. Now we're we'll a-stream, he
shouted as we got into the depths OF the
lake, you want to forget you're canoeing
apd just hsh-there; don't be nervous
The last remark was addressed to me, and
1 was nervous, Enthusiastically So
Throw you line way out, So. said Al
drich Then there was a sudden shout
md a splash--and the senator from Rhode
Island Initiated McGinty by going to the
bottom Of the sea. OF course, we were
frightened in good earnest then. But the
senator Is a sportsman in earnest, and
he righted himself In some mysterious
way and we got back to shore safely.
my own fishing story Is different. II
happened on a shore steamer, and /, as
the guest of honor. was stationed in the
best spot to fish for blue fish. But, though
/ fished and my friends waited, never
bite did get. ! laughed at my luck. but
the captain grew very uneasy. Too bad,
when the governors aboard to have such
luck he said. The sailors seemed to feel
1T, too, as something personal.
by and by ! got a bite; and / began to
haul my line. There was about $50 feet
of 1t, and. hauling il was tedious work.
When the bait showed above the water
saw that the fish had escaped SO back
threw my line and again. unwound the
long tackle. Again there was bite; and
again the fish escaped My patience be-
gan TO give out truly this time, although
the captain seemed very hopeful and hap
by. Suddenly one OF my friends nudged
me- I want to speak to you, governor
he said, about the fisheries question: AMI
then, as the captain withdrew, he whisp-
cred, don't you see they've sent out a
rowboat with a big pole: and they're
wriggling the pole under your bait to
make II seem like a bitter was inn
mensely amused now at the efforts Of
the poor captain TO make my day en-
joyable; and, unless he reads this. he
win never know until his death that l
found him out"
Have you ever been fshing?" 1 asked
Frederic r. Coudert.
Certainly; every fool goes fishing.''
what was your best catch?"
"A 15-pound bass off Fire Island. But
that was not my most enjoyable catch;
not by far. Why, when the world and l
were young--ah mel There was a creek
near Elizabeth, n. j.; and here l used 20
fish all day long through my summer va
cation. My routine in those days was
luXuFlQuS ONE rum o " ~ a.
m; fishing, from IL to a; eating, from 4
to bedtime All, mel Then ] cut a pole,
dug my bait, got a hook somewhere-and
fshed Oh, so many ! caught Now.
have to dress Like a fisherman, take seven
trunks Of apparatus, pay 500 for rods,
etc, and--I catch nothing"
Gen. Horace Porter tells a story Of luck
and philanthropy combined: 1T was
down in the valley of Tennessee; the ra-
lions were short. In fact we had nothing
to eat except crackers and salt pork, a
discouraging diet.
zone day / stole away from my COM
rades, and cutting a nice, long supple
branch, / fastened a cord upon It and a
bent nail upon the cord. For bate ! used
a bit Of the hated pork. ] then selected
shady spot upon a messy bank, by the side
Of a shallow, ripping pond, and there 1
fished and fished and caught and caught
/ could hardly believe my own luck. The
fish began 10 pile up on the bank beside
me; and when l quit 1 had TO call q COM
rade to help me carry the fish to camp
Wen, we had them fried for supper. And
you will hardly believe me when / tell
you that we had enough for the whole
regimentY How many were there in the
reRment7 on. ! am not going 20 en-
Tighten you upon that point You must
read history 20 End that out"
Dr. Houghton, the kind hearted old dom