The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-07-11

| year. No wonder, then that the organ
| ette with its Well-thumbed reels of bot
tied music, is treat to Ivan when Mosby
turns the crank with his restless ana
powerful hand
The rain spIashed against the windows
of the log house, and beat savagely upon
| the leaves of the tamarack Now and
| then ribbon of fire flashed over the sui
| len lake and swept with roar into the
| forest.
"What was the largest muskellunge you
ever saw, Ivan?" asked the visitor to the
| log cabin, who sat with his head leaning
| against a battery of fishing rods.
Ivan was thoughtful. He slipped his
beer and tugged at the skirt Of his wide
ly colored Mackenaw.
| Sex feet il she was an inch,' said the
| Swede and he drank again as he uttered
! the words The organette, with the
| strange accompaniment of thunder and
| noisy combers on the beach, droned
waltz with a skip in the melody here ana
| there. II said she was sex feet If she was
an inch" continued Ivan, with just
| heck of foam on the tip of his broad nose.
| "She was no Friday flesh. She bit on
| every other day of the week, but when
| Friday came she polxed her nose where
| the shadows were heavy and hook bait
| ed with a S. bill couldn't get her to turn
| a fin We tried to spear her and wrap
|
| landed. She took the hooks all right on
| every day except Friday, but just as we
| got her to the boat side she'd take mop
| and then she was gone. Nobody got a
| strike from her on Friday. She seemed TO
| think that was flesh day. But one day the
| supports of the railroad bridge gave way
| and let / don't know how many feet or
| track into the water. We all rushed to
| the front, and then we saw the darnest,
| Poshalnighty churning of the water any
! body ever did see. / think 1t was Thurs
| day six years ago. One big pile was bob
! bling like cork, and we dragged 1t to
shore with gaff. What do you suppose
The organette groaned its strange
'Musky," exclaimed Mosby. whose red
hand was still at the crank.
YES" sputtered Ivan. over his beer.
1.-THE old woman had hauled the trestie
over with the hooks we had lost In her
mouth, and was swimming ashore with
the trap. We got her, and that was on
| Thursday, too She wouldn't die on Fri
day. That was the biggest 'musy ever
saw, and the most knowing one. too
How big was she2" asked the visitor
Sex feet il she was an inch" replied
| Ivan, and then he wiped his mouth on the
sleeve of his Mackinaw and turned a red
! eye toward Mosby, who was placing an
other reel In the organette.
Then for a moment the three men lis
| tened to the crash of the thunder in the
| black woods to the right and left. The
| lightning was vivid. Ivan'S eyes blinked
in the glare. Three eagles in a cage just
out Of doors screamed. Then the rasping
noise of a faucet turned by willing and
an eager hand was prelude to a doleful
melody
what is that?" asked Ivan, shutting
toward the organette on the arm OF
sturdy bit of thunder.
IS sweet Marie " said Mosby, his curly
hair almost dancing in the lightning.
| Sweet Marie EN-! repeated the big
Swede, and he placed the heel of one foot
before the toes of the other sweet
Mariev 1 had girl named Mary. She
was a hummer from the forest. too OF
course, she wasn't high born, but she was
good enough for me. Bears eat her up.
| She was picking wintergreen berries one
| day when she was Oshkoshed under
birch tree and torn to pieces. PrettyT
/ They never beat her round this lake. she
wasn't big. nor she wasn't long; she was
| iust medium like. She had hair like the
| stuff in the trees in the swamp, Nose
| graylike and long, and when she laughed
| YOU would have known she wasn't
| pickerel nor a small-mouthed bass. Sweet
| Mariep Well, that's the same as Mary
| She was sweet. The bear knew that.
| WHY. she had a gait on her like carl
| hon and when she laughed 1t sounded like
a martin tumbling through the dry leaves
| of the trees"
And how tall was she?" asked the WIS.,
itor.
Sex feet II she was an inch" replied
Ivan.
The waters Of the lake beat upon the
shore and the great and almost impene-
| trable forest was afiame. The boats at the
| float bobbed like corks. and the FISH tail
| light In the lamp of the log house quiy-
cred IN the awful rumble Of the thunder.
Mosby stretched his spit heal moccasins
with his hand and adjusted another reel
in the organette. Then softly, but still
with a hop and skip In the melody Ia
miar, yet venerable, Jingle, filled the
room and frightened the pine bugs TO
| their corners.
THAT'S 4 owed something 20 some
body " suggested Ivan, who stood with
his weather-beaten face to the rain-splash-
/ cd window.
1 Mostly. turning the crank with greater
| zeal.
Then the visitor arose. Turning boldly
/ upon Ivan. who had now resumed his scat
OF the keg, he asked;
"Weli. what Is my billY'
sex feet n she's an inch" replied the
/ guide from the northland.
! Then the lightning cut the black waters
/ OF the lake into trails OF dandcliona ana
/ the forest curled in the roar Of the thun-
And the bill was six feet long n It was
an inch.
The canal which D. projected between
| the Baltic and tho Black sea will be so
miles long. 800 feet wide and % feet deep