The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1896-07-11
TIM NEWS AND OBSERVER SATURDAY 1896.

The result was awful. 1t broke and
Young Flower came crashing to the
ground. The plot at this point thick
ems. The base of the bass wood was
surrounded by young Flowers eager
horde of dogs. who were assembled
on a purely coon theory. They did
not expect young Flower to come
down chat way: but they were look
no for the coon. I'm the darkness the
entire canine reception committee
leaped upon young Flower under
notion that he was the coon, and the
way they tore fragments from his
shrinking form didn't bother them a
bit. OF course, the first sample he
cot of Young Flower taught each dog
what an ass he'd been, and he let up.
This was all that saved young Flowers
life. He totes the marks TO this day.
and declares that nothing in after life
ever eQualled this episode for action,
unless it was the opening of a saloon
in strong Tammany district Mr.,
Flower is a great philanthropist, and
aims before he dies to build Home
for INDECENT Bankers.
This gives one the narrowing fea>
lures of an Oregon editor. His name
is Toney Noltner. He edits a paper
called the Dispatch and does it with
out the aid of a net. Mr.. Noltner IL
what the Siwash of his country call
heap bald" but he let's the few scant
locks on the larboard side of his head
grow wild and flowing, and combs
them deftly over the bald, by this
simple stratagem Mr.. NOltner does not
strike folk as being as badly bald rs
he is \ good deal could be said about
Mr.. Noltner's clothes, but most of it
would have trouble in getting through
the postotfice as second-cass mail
matter, 50 let it go. Mr.. Noltner's
sole relaxation is fishing. He will
wander off into the wet regions and
fish himself into a state of fiery health
each summer.
.While I'm a devoted fisherman"
quoth Mr.. Noltner to me the other day
at the Leland. I've no patience with
these dudes who do their little fly
blown turn with rod and reel. When
| fish | do so in a purely formal way
and never allow myself to become in
the least sort familiar with a fish. !
want a fish to understand that I'm
only transacting business with him,
and that we meet and part as stran-
gers. / fish with strong, stiff pole,
and prefer for this purpose PA scant-
ling. When | get bite l yank my
fish out and drop in for another. Fish
is the object of the meeting with me,
and | don't believe in the frivolous GUS
tom of allowing fish to run away
with a mile Of line and GO fooling up
and down the rivers for an hour be-
for | take him into camp. It's in
human, too, and breeds false notions
in the bosom of the fish that he's free.
Geh IN, a l.. +la Al
/ was fishing up at The Dalls lately
and hooked an eel. / yanked him out,
and he come sailing through the air
looking like the letter S. / slammed
him against the State of Oregon like
ton of brick. Now, you call a bass
a game fish. What do you suppose
a bass would have done if he'd got
the jolt that eel did? He'd laid there
and painted. Wouldn't have moved
wheel. Just laid there and batted
his eyes and begged; that's what
bass would have done. Talk of his
being game!ss But my eel. I'm Sho-
schone if he didn't stand up ON his
tail and fight me. Why. camel that
eel was as game as a blister. He stood
me off, and | sicked Fido on him.
Fidos q dog with a record. Cleaned
out a band of Chinlt section hands in
one round. Fido did. Fido laid for
my eel Eel did Fido up in just one
minute. Mountain time. Talk of him
being game! How was he? How do
| know? | never got a chance to pull
a steel-vard on him. After he cleaned
out Fido he went back in the river,
where he lived. Took my line and the
whole layout. that eel did. Since then
I've stood for the eel as the gamest
fish we have"
ALFRED HENRY LEWIS.