The Birmingham age-herald., 1903-06-07
ALWAYS THE WAY.
Guide Thought He Was Doing the
 Right Thing.

From the New York Tribune.
 T had a guide in the Holyland who al- most bored me to death," said a rich young man who had just spent a year abroad after being graduated from a New England college.
 You don't have to go to the Holyland to be bored by a guide" remarked his classmate, who had put in the year In a down town law office. "The guides around the Albany capitol are pretty good bores But last summer 1 ran across a guide who beats Albany or the Holyland guides all hollow. He didn't bore me so much as he stung me. He made me want to slug him. He seemed to regard me as an idiot 'I was up on Lake Ontario fishing for muskallonge," continued the prospective lawyer Ut was my first experience in catching this gamy fish, and as all the people at the summer hotel told me I ought to have a guide, why I employed one. His name was Beau Brummel.
 We took a boat and started out. I rowed and he steered. That was his first insult. If a man can't propel a rowboat with a pair of oars where he wants 1t to go. without somebody counteracting all of his efforts with rudder, he is no bet ter than a dummy engine or a quart of gasoline. He simply furnishes the power. Finally, told Beau Brummel to take the rudder off and put 1t In the boat Then I took a seat in the stern and let him row.
 When we reached a place which he said was good for muskallonge he bent forward and whispered:
 Throw yer line in on the right and let 'er run out
 Well, had to obey so threw in my lfx.A L-f. T
 Look out on your line, said Brum- mel.
 T was going to say something but thought that too much talking would scare away the fish. At any rate, didn't let the line out. pulled 1t in and 1t had great load of mud and grass on the hook.
 Yer ought ter have let yer line out, same as I told yer said the guide, with a chuckle, which made me feel like pull Ing off my coat. Then he said:
 Throw 1t in on the leftl'
 Well, did throw 1t in on the left. I did 1t before I thought. The line ran out. and then I thought I had a vaudeville actor on the end of it. There would be sudden tug. then the line would slacken. and then thirty feet ahead a great fish about four feet long leaped out of the water. With every fin distended he plunged headlong under the surface again. Then came tug that nearly sent me out of the boat.
 Take in yer slack every chance you can get said Beau Brummei was going to say that any fool would pull in his lina after he had his fish. but I didn't. I thought couple of times the line would snap. and so pulled In cautiously, when Brummel said
 Don't break the line if you want to land yer fish
 I thought you let go the line the last minute said I, as I took in some more slack.
 ' Q mo- said he. You don't want ter do that fool trick
 At last I had that fish within ten feet of the boat. He was still struggling like the giant that he was and was all ex- citement, anticipating the final capture of this magnificent creature, when what did that guide do but pull out a revolver, and with the skill of a William Tell he shot my fish through the head. Then all had to do was to pull in the dead body. After
 had called that guide all the names I could think of he said:
 That's always the way You city chaps want to be the whole thing'''