The Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1895-1897, 1896-04-25

AhE EuLAScES " Efsfs ON lIS MUSE
truder promptly and with unnecessary
emphasis butted him into the stove,
coming back ut him three times before
he extricated himself. Fortunately Gal
lop's damaged head was well covered
with bandages. and he suffered no real
injury. but he had set of pale, ecru
lambreQuin whiskers, which he had
been carefully cultivating for 56 years,
burned off completely. They were very
precious TO him and We're considered ex-
tremely svelte and ornamental in Fresh
Pond village, where they had come to
be considered rs landmarks, weather in
dicators and wind gauges by every in
habitant
He wrote me stating that we must
postpone our fishing trip this year and
concluded by saying:
Il send you by express saddle of
mutton as n souvenir of the little lamb
you sketched i'll my daughters arms some
years since. am now complete an
chorite-that is, l anchor right by the
tavern stove and rub my bruises softly
and reminiscently
went fishing one hot summer day
with Mr.. Gallop, and owing TO strange
oversight, an almost incredible care
lessness. in fact, we omitted TO take any
mineral water or other beverages There
was not q drop to drink anywhere
around the lake. 1t seemed rs though
our trip would be failure, but I was
not discouraged, and after walking more
than mile | came TO little store and
by good luck secured a quart bottle of
porter. l had never drunk porter nor
even met man who was familiar with
1t, but it was better than nothing, and
Gallop was quite pleased ut my success.
OF course we had no ice, the sun was
blazing, and the temperature of the lake
water was about IS degrees, but we
hung the bottle i'll the water to keep it
at that temperature ut least. At noon
we opened orr lunch and with much
trouble got the cork out of the bottle.
Instantly a rich, creamy yellow froth
began to pour ont of the orifice. With q
steady, regular flow it spouted up as I
held the bottle at arms length, lather-
ing my hands and knees profusely. In
amaze 1 set the bottle down. 1t kept on
disgorging like an erupting volcano Civ
ing prize exhibition. l never saw so
much foam except ut the foot of Niagara
falls, and as watched it belching out
l thought of how the Arabian fisherman
must have felt when the genii came out
of the jar.
Silently, increasingly, it poured out,
and soon the bottle was buried in q
mass Of froth that looked somewhat like
cotton batting after a hospital had dis
carded it. 1t kept on coming, and we
crept to the ends of the boat. 1t arose
i'll cloudlike shapes, hung over the sides
in festoons. spread out On the water
around us i'll piles and still the Vesu-
wins Of porter beneath kept working I'M
Cupids i'll fieecy clouds We presented a
most ridiculous appearance, and l was
glad that nobody saw us in our plight,
for the sight OF two men envcloped in q
sort of huge charlotte russo of froth
would have excited some comment
After awhile VIC managed to throw
quite lot overheard and secured the
bottle, which l tossed into the lake
Then we found the oars ana pulled mad
ly away, watching an island of foam rig
ing on the water where the bottle had
sunk. When we landed, we locked like
cotton pickers returning from work, but
we managed TO scrape most of it of our
clothes before anybody saw us.
When l told the storekooper Cb0ut il,
he said that porter always acts that way
when it gets warm, and TO this day 1