The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1902-07-25

like Sam Hill. He was het up consid-
er'ble, and after ponderin' awhile he
got up and started home, dead sot
on openin' court and comm to iedg-
ment on himself and establishin' a
percedent that'd be precedent and
no mistake, when what should he see
but a big, long-legged crane standin'
in the water on one leg, watchin' fer
fish to come along and be took.
The squire stopped and looked at the
crane spell, and then he says to
himself:
That crane is a-fshin', and fish
in is delusion and snare he saws.
That crane is bound to suffer weary
in Disappointment if it has sot out
to fish, he says, and 1 guess I'll go
and git gun and come back and put
the crane out o the way o. the mis-
cry that's sure to be layin' in wait
for him if he's dependin' on fish.
I'D ought to gone a-huntin', any
way he says, ''stid o. goin' a-fshin'.
There amt no danger in bein' bit by
cells when you go a-huntin', he says.
Les he says. I guess I'll go git
gun and go a-huntin', and come and
save this crane from the wearyin'
disapp'intments o. fshin', he says,
by socl1in' him full o. shot.
"Then the squire hurried home to
git gun.
Prudence says he, 'fshin' don't
seem to be jest what it's cracked up
to be. Eels interferes with it and
makes it wearin' on the nerves. So
I'm goin' a-huntin',' says he.
Be you, squire?' says Prudence
And what shall fix the oven up fer
to cool1?' says she.
Is roast crane anyways good?'
says the squire.
I've heerd so,' says Prudence.
Then git your oven ready to roast
crane says the squire, and he went
a-huntin'.
When he got back to the river,
where he seen the crane, there it
was yet, standin' on one leg, waitin'
fer fish to come along and be took.
It's goin' to be onfortunit for
you that you didn't go a-huntin' in
std O. goin' a-fishin',' says the
squire, lookin' at the crane, but I'll
rid you of your Disappointment says
he, and for dom it I'll take my
thanks out in roastin' you,' says he.
THE squire sneaked up behind the
bushes till he was pretty close to the
crane, and he blazed away. The
crane turned round and looked to'rd
the bushes where the squire was
scoorchin'. 1t seemed to be surprised
little, and it riz up and sailed away
down the creek, slow and easy.
TO make this huntin' life what
it ought to be- says the squire, gaz-
in after the crane and griffin his
teeth, s'pose 1 ought to take up
the trail o. that crane and run down
and plug him, but I amt a-goin' to-
I'm goin' home,' he says, and I'm 60
in to fine myself three dollars for
contempt O. court, and stand com
mitted till it's paid!' he says.
"And the squire shouldered his gun
and started home. Before he got
there he met Sile. Sile was on his
way to put out set line in the river.
GIVE an idee,' says Sile to the
squire, that I kin git mebbe a
couple or three snappin' tortles on it
tonight says he, and there amt
nothin' that grows that's better than
snappin' tortle Stew says he.
$50 I've heerd' says the squire,
and he went home ponderin', and
concluded to suspend sentence on
himself for awhile.
Prudence says he, the sign
don't seem to be sot in the right
place to-day for roast crane, and so
Tn goin' to see what I kin do by
exhilaratin' sport o. putin out a
line.
Bright and early next mornin' he
got up and went to the river to take
in the line and gether his snappin'
tortles. He want expectin' to see
what he did see, so he was most
knocked endways when he seen it.
"'Dan'l,' says Ellis Sam, what the
Squire seen was big, long-legged
crane standing nigh the edge o. the
water, jest where the set line was
sot.'
$50, you pshawl' says I to Ellis
Sam. Not the same crane?' I says
"'Well, says Ellis Sam, it amt me
that says it was or it wasn't. But
you kin listen to what the Squire
says, 'cordin' to what I heerd, and
then jedge fer YOURSELF says he.
"When the Squire seen the big,
long-legged crane standin' there, so
Ellis Sam went on and told me, Con
sarn you'll he says to the crane,
'ain't you got enough yit of the
wearyin' disappointments o. fishin'?'
he says.
"The crane didn't say whether it
had or not, but it riz up as if it was
goin' away, but came plunkin' back
into the water ag'in.
What's ailin' of you, anyhow
says the Squire, gittin' mad. Go
way and let me pull in them snappin'
tortles O mine!' he says.
"The crane riz up ag'in, but came
plunl1in' back into the water, kerr
sousel Then the Squire picked up a
club. He whaclled the crane over the
head with it and laid the big bird
low.
"'Well,' says the Squire, the sign
for roast crane seems to be sot a
leetle better to-day than it was Wis
terday,' says he; but it's snappin'
tortle stew, not roast crane, that I'm
n flor now ba