Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-01-08

ANGLING FOR A DOG.

I was travelling on ground had nc
right on. The only excuse was like
that of a military necessity-it was
far better fishing through the farms
where the trout had been preserved
than in open lots where all could fish,
1t was early in the morning. I had
risen at 8, ridden 10 miles and struck
the creek as the trout were ready fol
breakfast. Looking carefully for q
sheltered place to hitch my horses,
slyly crept on behind fences, etc., till
reached the part of the stream not
generally 6shed. A farm house stood
not quarter of a mile away. I saw
the morning smoke curling lightly
from a stove pipe; now man and
two boys came out to do chores saw a
woman busy about the door, and a fe.
rocious bull dog wandering about the
yard.
If ever 1 6shed close it was then,
Not whisper to disturb the birds OF
the owner of the land. I crawled
through the grass and lodged behind
clumps of alders, lifting large speckled
beauties out of the water until my
basket was full.
This was the time to have gone; but
the trout were so large and bit 80 read
ily that could not withstand the
temptation, so I determined to string
and hide what I had, and take anoth-
er basketful. So at it I went. No soon
er would the hook touch the water
than it had a trout. I forgot the
house, the man, the boys and the
dog. Suddenly there was a rushing
through an oat field as if a mad bull
was coming. 1 looked toward the
house and saw the farmer and his
two boys on fence, the woman in the
door and the dog bounding toward me.
I saw it ALL had been discovered
The we'll trained dog had been sent to
hunt me out, and, rs the matter ap-
peared, it was safe to bet that he was
doing that thing right lively.
To outrun dog was not to be
thought Of. There was no time to lose.
He cleared,a fence and came for me
just as Preached the tree and by great
activity took a front seat on limb
over his head. Here was q precious
go! "A vicious bull dog under the
tree, and the farmer and the two big
boys ready to move down on my
works. It was fight, foot race or
fapgs.
The farmer yelled to his dog !:
."Wateh' him, Tge"
'Tige proposed to do that little thing
and keeping his eyes upon, me, seated
himself under the tree.
Then spoke this ugly farmer man
"Just hold on thar, stranger, till we
get breakfast then we will come and
see you! If you are in hurry, how
ever, you may, go now! Watch him
Tige!"
I surmised, trouble; quite too much,
for thrice had that bold bad man of
bull dogs and agriculture elegantly
walloped innocent tourists for being
seen on his suburban premises. His
reputation as a peace man was not
good and there arose large heart
toward my throat.
Time is the essence of contracts and
the saving ordinance of those in troub-
BILE. had a stout line in my pocket
and a large hook intended for rock
bass, if I failed to take trout. And as
good luck would have it had q nice
sandwich and piece of boiled corn
beef in my other pocket. I called the
dog pet names, but he wasn't on it !
At last trebled my bass line, fasten-
ed the limerick to it, baited it with the
corned beef, tied the end of the line to a
limb, and angled for dogl
Tige was in appetite. He smelt OF
the beef; it was very nice. He swal-
lowed it, and sat with his eyes on me
for more but with no friendly look
beamiug from his countenance. Not
any.
Then he pulled gently on the line
it was fast! Tige yanked and pulled,
but twas of no use!
quickly slid down the tree-almost
blistering my back doing it-seized my
pole and straightway went thence,
somewhat lively.
I found my string Of fish, and reach
ed the buggy and a commanding spot
in the road in time to see the sturdy
farmer move forth.
saw him and his cohorts, male and
female, move slowly as if in no haste.
I saw them look up the tree. I saw
an anxious crowd engaged about the
dog. I came quickly home and kindly
left the bass line and hook to the far
mer."