The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1903-07-25
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ooh, Clara, dear, do look at that
B. c. B Did you ever see such a
guy?"
"a guy, 1 Iadmit," answered Clara.
'tBut what is B. G. B?"
"Back Country Bumpkin, OF
course, you little owl. 1 think I
shall speak to it :" and the skiff con-
tanning the two smart city girls was
cleverly steered in the direction of
the B. c. B., Clara handling the lit
tie sculls with the air of a profession
al, and Florence steering with all the
side" of varsity cox.
All that was visible of the B. c. B.
was huge straw hat with pointed
in; a coarse looking flannel shirt,
with open collar and rolled up sleeves,
displaying a muscular neck and strong
brown arms; while, from under a
huge black mustache, an almost equal
ly black clay pipe forked out, from
the bowl of which, at regular inter-
walls, arose a fragrant cloud of tobac-
co smoke. One hand held a fishing
rod, the other rested on the side of a
battered looking canoe, which was
anchored off reef of rocks.
II am going to speak to it, an
nounced Florence, not knowing that
her clear, young voice fell distinctly,
and not altogether unpleasantly, on
the ears of "it."
"Ahem, my man," she commenc-
ed, in the off hand, sporting tone of
voice that the city camping girl some
times affects, "have you caught any
fish :"
"It' had caught some fish, and had
also Caught on.
The answer came gruf1y, from be-
meath the thick mustache.
"Some.' -
"This is a sulky B. G. b." said
Florence, in a tone which was intend
ed to be soto voce, but which was
perfectly audible to the sharp ears OF
cit" "I shall have some fun with
it."
care they biting well?" she con-
tinued.
"No"-still more grufiy.
"Horrid, cross old thing" pouted
Miss Florence to Clara. LET me see
your fish, my man." she demanded
imperiously, like the spoiled beauty
she was.
"Can't-covered up-keep flies
off," came back the rough rejoinder
in ierky sentences.
''But I shall see them," insisted
the girl, springing on the thwart o.
the skiff, in order to get better view
of the bottom of the canoe. "Oh
what beauties If you will bring
them to our camp, we will buy then
from you.
"How much?"
"How do I know? The same
price we pay for eggs and chicken
and things, ! suppose. Bring then
to Grape Island, and be sure yo,
pluck them first. You know, Clara
auntie always insists on having th
chickens plucked."
| There came low chuckle from it.
"Does she have the eggs plucked
too?"
Florence flushed angrily. "This,
she remarked to Clara, sis B. G. B.
impertinence. But she answere
loftily, "No, am not aware that egg
wear feathers.
Fishes don't either" very Grossly
"No, but they have things tina
must be peeled off. 1t is just tn
same"
"Scales. All right, I'll come"
1t was not all right.
Florence was standing on the thwal
of the boat-as girls delight in doing
because their fathers, brothers, c
other male nonentities tell them it
dangerous-a gust of wind caugt
her light skirts, and the quick move
ment she made to keep them decor
ously down caused her to lose he
balance, and fall overheard.
The buoyancy of her dress, and he
frantic struggles, kept her afoat unit
she was able to clutch the gunwale
the canoe, which, it is needless
add, she promptly upset; and, 'it,
too, was precipitated into the water
"It," however, came quickly
: the surface, the point of the straw b;