Arizona republican., 1903-07-02
FISHING IN sANPETE.

''Ay tank ve skal to fashin' go,' said
 Axel Peterson, I've skaI gat ole Anderson and Alma
 Hokensen An bode oi Alma's grown up sons and
 lakvise OIe's wife, An We sl1al hay for us a touch of real
 or spOrtin' life. We sial hay all da Jensens. da Olsen
 brOders, too, An ve skal hay q picnic an catch
 fash or two; Yell hay da Viddow Christensen bring
 out hel dirteen sons An come along wit US to where da vat
 ter vetly runs. "Da paper say da fashin' law it skal
 be out today, An We skaI hav d fashin' trip to pass
 da time away We'll call in all da people to come har |. wit us then An be da guests dis whole long day of
 AXel Petersen. Run. Soren, round da settlement an
 say you fater say Dat everyone mus drop his work an
 mak a holiday. An all skal talk a basket lunch an
 talk fashin' line, An bring da babies out wit dem, an
 Ay skal, too. talk mine. We skal in wagons mak' da trip up
 to da Hansen crick. An ve skal mak' da flashes tank dat
 dey is vera sick. Ay feel yust lak a boy agen ven Ay
 left ol' contree. An Ay skal hay all neighborhood feel yust so gude as me" And there were ninety Petersens in
 sizes all assorted, And sixty-seven Andersens by ole were escorted, Eight wagons full ot Jensens respond
 ed Co the call | And dozens walked behind because there was not room for all. | Full half f,ile of Olsens stretched,
 the Dahlquests just a quarter; | The absence of the Larsens made the column one mile shorter. The Ekdahls came on horseback, a regiment were they; The Linbergs rode in hayracks, reclin- ing on the hay. Not ever in it's history had Sanpete
 seen the like | Over half its population strung out along the pike. | And some they rode. and some they
 walked. but all were full or glee; | The guests of Axel Petersen were hap
 py as could be. But, alas for Axel Petersen, the father
 of the thought, | He had hoped that lots would come
 but he assuredly did rot | Suppose that every one he know for
 many miles around : Would join to form the mighty horde
 that sought the fishing ground. The caravan was halted when Hansen
 creek was struck. | And some seized on their tackle to try
 a cast for luck; l But people kept arriving in numbers so
 immense That trouble. serious trouble, was a natural consequence. It was not thirty minutes before the
 people found | There was not room for everyone to sit
 down on the ground And the length of Hansen valley was
 filled from hill to hill With a mass of struggling creatures
 that could not be kept still The horses trod on babies and made
 the babies cry. The mothers got so thirsty they drank
 the whole creek dry, The fathers got so angry they raved
 and fought and swore. The sun cooked all the fish that lay un-
 covered on the shore. Twas bad for Axel Petersen when
 someone thought of him; The fr=nzied mob decided to rend him
 limb from limb. And nothing less than providence pre-
 served him from the throng And let him reach his farm again with
 all himself along. By thrces and fours and couples the
 people struggled home. Their curses, loud and bitter. reached
 up to heavens dome; They had no fish. they had no food, no
 merriment was there, But D Gas faller Petersen,' was
 shouted everywhere. "Ay skal gif no nor fashin' trip" said AXel to his wife. "Ay tank bay h. Av'm lucky to be
 har wit ma life; Ay don't feel lak ay sportin' man, Ay
 don't hav' amy fren; Elf all skal yust forget it Ay skal not ) try it aCen." Salt Lake Herald. : There is no rest for the man who takes a vacation.-Chicago News.