The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1901-03-05
CINCH WENT FISHING
He USED HIS HOOK AND LINE IN A
BIG GLOVER FIELD.

Finally Landed the Prize For
which He Was Striving.
Some young men who enlisted dur
ing the war with Spain, but never saw
any active service, were talking over
their days in uniform one night and
old, interesting stories of camp life.
The young man who had been hospi-
tai steward told this story:
"a month in our camp in Georgia
was enough to drive man to despair,
for not only was it hot, but every day
increased our belief that the govern
ment had no intention of giving us
chance to get into action or to let us go
back to our homes. 1t was a mighty
tough predicament for a lot of young
men who had left business and every
thing else in a burst of patriotic enthu-
siasm and expected to get into scrap
In short order. The men worked every
wire they could to get their discharges
but it was at a time when the man
with pull couldn't get any more than
the man without friend. After awhile
the boys gave up trying to get their
discharges and made up their minds to
grin and bear it.
"As hospital steward l used to hear
a good deal about the health of the reg
iment from the surgeons, and one day
was very much surprised to hear one
Of them say that he was afraid Cinch
Of Company G was going to lose his
mind. l knew Cinch as big, good ma
tured fellow, who tried to get dis
charge as soon as he learned that we
were not going to have fight. When
he failed, he became sullen and moody.
The more we watched him the more
convinced we became that something
was wrong with him. Every time we
came around we found him mumbling
to himself, and one day a crowd of us
found him seated on stump In the
middle of big clover field, holding in
front of him long pole. attached to
which was a piece Of cord, on the end
Of which was pin bent to resemble
fshhook He would drop the hook in
to the long grass and let it stay there
for a time Then he would make a
cast and when the hook fell would sit
and watch the end of his line intently.
Every once in awhile he would jerk the
line out of the grass as though he had
felt a nibble. Once one of the boys
stepped up and said:
"'What are you fishing for?'
"He got no answer. All Cinch did
was to turn a pair of hollow eyes on
him and then resume his fishing. After
that a gang used to go out and watch
Cinch every afternoon. They would
hide in the grass and almost burst
with laughter at the seriousness with
which the poor fellow would cast his
line of wrapping cord and his pin
hook and then sit and wait for bite.
Every once in awhile one Of the boys
would saunter out and say:
"'What are you fishing for, CinchY
'It got to be the regimental saying,
and suppose that the question, What
are you fishing for, Cinch? was thrown
at the man from Company G hundred
times g. day. By and by the news got
| to the officers that Cinch was going
fast. They heard about his fishing in
| the fields, and one day the surgeon
major went out and witnessed the per-
Torrance. He went back and reported
to the colonel that unless Cinch was
| discharged at once he would be hope
lessly insane. The result was that his
condition was telegraphed on to Wash
ington and discharge papers were re-
turned at once.
"The colonel In the goodness of his
heart went to look up Cinch and give
him the news. He found him sitting
on a stump in the field fishing away,
while around him sat about so of the
regiment one of whom would yell,
what are you fishing for, Cinchr
every few minutes. The colonel step
ped up and touching Cinch on the
| shoulder sIid:
| "'Cinch, we think your health de-
mands that you leave the service. and
so we have procured an honorable dis
| charge for you. Here it is and he
handed Cinch the papers.
"Cinch dropped his fishing pole and
| grabbed the papers. He gave one look
at them, and when he saw that they
were all right waved them triumphant
" over his head and shouted at the
top of his voice:
"'This is what l was fishing for,
dang We ALL This is what l was fish
| ing for and | got it too And with
that he went dancing over the field,
leaving us standing there, the first
CLEAN of the truth creeping into our
brains.
sThe colonel looked foolish, and by
and by we began to sneak away one
by one. There was no doubt but what
the regimental question, What are you
fishing for, CinchY had been answer
ed and in a most emphatic and sur
prising fashion. Cinch was as sane as
anybody, but when he found he could
not get an honorable discharge in one
way be tried for it another. New
York Sun.