The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-08-13

IN there's where trout differs from
Ponticians. You don't see no trout
tooItn round when it's bright n clear.
but Wen It's cloudy. n mebbe agoin' TO
rain, n you cant see no bottom in tn
creek, even If it amt more!n three inches
deep; then they'll gather round n WON'T
pc back ards In findin' out what you're
wantin' of EN-.
N now, If you'll Jest git Up n tosst
your fly up yender so itn drop right by
the side O. that OF log that's hall sunk
where the water whirls away from it n
gifts deeper you'll more'n likely git an
olher holt on the big trout that took
your your nook nook awhile ago. down by yon
rock. They always run upstream after
you MP EN- once n that un's layin by
that OF log now, I'll bet on it, n has
ierSot all about that hook beln' in his
Jaw You throwd your fly too fur, any
now, give the OF chap too much lev
SIage; Jes drop it up yender by that
tIGSslde Wunst, n then eff you handle
yit." - 'OUi Oa7NeI
glanced .slyly at Old 'Bi and smiled.
lou Sald you We're fishing quarter
OF 9aT1a mile down the creek. Ri" said I.
Low dld you know I lost that big
The constituencies old genius never
Il heerd your smell snap" he reDfIed
lying back on the grass and gazing M
at the SKY. Sound kin carry like sixty
IN them them quiet woods, I tell you"
lying on new fly, l cast If vybera
Old Ri had advised. Flash NVbizzi Ola
side. anu DIT my
!, IT, That's HIM? he cried. You've got
MIN; Your fly is in his jaw! Give him
line! Keep him away from that OF root
there on tother side O. tn creek Kssr,
nm MN away! There! That's it! Keep cool.
now View! See him come out o. the
wafer! He's beauty n no mistaIcaf
faYor him! Favor him There he goes
IKE a steam engine! Give him line! HoP
on! hoI on! Study! Back he comes Reel
rod
Stralghten it up Straighten it up! Therei
NOW let him worry aw'i lie in that deem
noIe Keep him head on, though! He's a
game un' but you've got him! He's
whipped He'll foller your line now, as
you reel him in Gentle, though, fer he'll
give another kick n a plunge wen he
sees YOU There he comes! Where's you,
net! ana! He's your'ni N lookl There's
your other hook stickn' in his iawi
pan 1 tell you so? Um'um! Jes' smell
the haNor of him, Nothin' like that
grows on tree or shrub nor kin Won rIi5
~ win the balm of a thousn' howersI
N9IITun less-eXceptin' it mowt be-
Wv, mh icH. qualification referred to what
was IeIt IN my flask, which old hi was
once more inspecting, and lying ON his
DICK again In the grass, he soliIoouized
almost In murmur:
Seems ike I was lest monarch of oil r
Sf ,I,,N Yender's the sky ez blue ez
9iue Kin be, 'cept fer leecy cloud send
S Iln crost 1t now N then, n high m
low, n never restin' M veDdar7g tb,
brown throsher gushin' music in fhS
DusheS over there by tn 81 stone wall
IN Keeps the medder from the yvoods-
IN medder Stretchn' away so fresh m
green, with the cows standfn' In lunches
under the trees with their eyes shet M
lnelr breath sweeter Wit than tn clover
IN bees Is sucl1in. N here's the br0oL,
Slngln along outen the valley, hidin' here
n tnere amongst the alders. m then
JGHPIn out agln laughing like a child
piayln peek-a-boC n by-'n'-by goin'
on oltself in the deep woods yender m
never comm back no morel I see EN-
an, n 1 love EN- all, n seems to me as
II they must all be mine!-
HuIlo, and Old Ri reused up as from
a reyerie. "Jumpin' Juniperl This won't
do fer me; I must be goin'. m gOin'
the choresr
And with wink and grin he rose.
picked up his rod and sauntered aW9v
Peggys chores. If Peggy mad ever wait
eu Tor Bi TO come and do her chores
long would they have remained undone.
| reclaimed the flask from where 'Bi had
leIC II. IL was empty. I gazed at thu
departing rascal 'Bi. He was Just dis
appearing over the hill believing the re-
frain Of the old time woodsman's song:
A-lumberin' Wen gol N wen chase the
buck n doei
Wen roam the wild woods over as a.
lumberin' we go!
Rare old 'Bi! When he passed away the
llgnt went out in the Buckthorn district
and life even at the old Buckhorn seem
ed scarcely worth the living Men good
ana useful in their day and generation
nave come and gone there and thereab0rt
before and since old 'Bi; but thew bave
lain forgotten in their mold these wears
and years. yet the memory Of old ri is
green to this day, such was the quality
even Of his VagabOnda ge-delightfu old
reprobate that he was. Old BIZ