The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1901-09-04
Only a Fisherman's Prerogative.
To the Editor of the Dispatch:

To the Editor of the Dispatch:
Well, boys, my brother fisherman,
Josh, is always telling you about our
fishing on Black creek, and like that
little green lizard on the fence-3ood
lack day how he can stretch his
blanket when he has anything to say
about Uncle Jake. Don't you believe
word about my being champion
fisherman. I told Broad river msn
not to believe word of it. He an
swered: "Ot! I have been knowing
for sometime that Josh will lie when
telling his fish yarns"
Now, while I am defending myself
I must defend Brother Josh. Edi-
tors have way of talking through
their hats and must be interpreted &C
cordingly. They know how to oil up
the little side wheels to their print
ing press as well as pandering to all
the ologies, isms and wild theories
that can lead to nothing else but
Hamiltons centralized government
ruled by money and bayonets-all
for popular paper in all homes. II
people cannot let expansion theories,
colonial systems and all such rot
severely alone and come together for
home rule and honest government OF
the people, by the people and for the
people, the time is near, if not at
their doors, that they can no longer
sing s:the land of the free and the
home of the brave" land cf liberty.
My friend, yes editor is little off
on McLaurinism. The fact is be
cannot see far enough ahead to see
the chasm to which it leads. Ia our
long rides over those sand hills, with
our talks around the pond, [ know at
heart be is true Democrat.
I have been on our annual fish for
10 these many years, and fshed with
hook, line and pole every time and
never caught fish until several
weeks since, when [ landed fve-I
mean in the boat. Well, boys, don't
get the heartache, or any other kind
of ache when tell you that one after
noon very nice young lady and I
went fishing in boat. She beat me
badly-5 to 2-and one of hers was
a long, wriggling and twisting fellow
that both of us hated with deadly
hatred. After pulling through the
water for some time she diew him
against the boat. [ took the paddle
and hammered him until could keep
him somewhat quiet. I gave her my
knife and his head was nearly severed
from his body, the hook cut out and
he was dropped back from whence he
came. We did not want such a snake
looking thing among Us.
One day when passing that old
trampirg and camping ground Of
other days before portion OF the
dam washed away, I sat under that
juniper tree, sad thoughts loomed up
in nv mind of the charmed and gypsy
like life with it's panoramic scenes to
be enjoyed no more on that dear old
spot. Under that tree We lolled at
| noontide. Just in front the planks
lay partly hid with grass and weeds
where we scattered straw, stretched
our tent, unrolled our bedding with
gripsacks, ,'etc, along the sides. From
the signs an expert might conjecture
that under the straw and in some OF
said sacks some rattlesnake medicine
was concealed. Hardly stood an
other juniper to which that good old
table was firmly fastened-snd, oh!
when we gathered around with pans
full of delicious fish, pickles, and so
forth. with each brimmiDg pint OF
steaming strong sweet black coffee!
How We did enjoy it only those that
have been there know.
Uncle Jake.