The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-05-30
READY FOR TROUBLE.
The Kid sews q Leather Seat in His
Trousers, Against the Old
Mans Return.
Caught q 2s-Pound Pickerel and
Sold II to Tenderfeet for
Five Dollars.

Passing George Shocks blacksmith shop
the other day, / was hailed by the genial
George, and going in. found the kid, and
Georges boy engaged in some mysterious
leather apron. a large pair OF iron cutter S
shears and the kid S trousers. To my as
tonished query as to what they were
about the kid replied:
30! I'm only gettin' ready. My father
comm home tonight. What'ye been
dom? amt been dom nothin' to make
a fuss about, but i've got one lickIn' bout
it Already, m there's another comm when
the old man gets home. The first one was
from the school teacher, an that didn't
mount to nothing. He can't hit hard
enough to hurt. But the old man can,
ans him I'm gettin' ready for The old
man can lick. any man an wish some OF
you fellsrs that laugh at med try a scrap
with him once, and then you wouldn't see
anything funny bout it. So Billy m mes
Akin up this leather seat to my pants,
aputtin' it inside where 't'won't show.
That'll maybe take the curse off some.
1.-THE matter? Why only went afshin'
with Old Reliable, n Bob Grignon. out to
| Trout Lake last Friday, that's ALL Had
a bully time too, but didn't ask anybody
If could go, N they didn't know any bet
ter than to go on:Friday, 50 You see
couldn't go to school too But had a
bully time you bet But Old Reliable says
that don't go nowhere with him any
more. Gee whiz! He was nadder'r a wet
hen when him and Bob got home bout l
o'clock Sunday mornin', m III have to
keep out Of his way for month I'll bet
before he gets over it.
.'You see it was just this way. Bob
and Old Reliab bic told mel could go If the
| folks would let me, and If didn't bring
a gun along. He said, Old Reliable did,
| that he's plumb gun-shy ever since went
out with him last time, and wouldn' t
! stand for no gun and me at the same
time. So I just naturally got my tackle
and went. There amt no use in asking
| folks to let you go when you know they
won't, so just got Billy to drop around
| to the house bout noon and tell my
| mother I'd gone, SO she wouldn't fuss
herself to death for fear. something's got
me.
$50 off we went, Bob driving one OF
the Paper company's teams and HeckePs
old white bulldog that never lets them
horses get out of his sight, a trottin'
along behind. We'd got nearly to the
| lake, when the fool dog he seen a; por-
| cupine. and went for it like a shot.
Course he got his head and face all full
of quilts, and you never see such a time
/ as we had a-gettin EN- out. We had to
| pull the old fool away from the porky,
an his eyes were glarin' like a headlight
at night, an he was so crazy mad to
chew the porky up, that it was all the
i three Of us could do to throw an hold
him. But we got him down, n Old Re-
IIable, he pulled ont the quilts, while men
Bob we held him down. He never let a
zip out of him all the time, but he looked
bloody murder at us all the while an
| wouldn't speak to us afterwards, not even
when we fed him. Bulldogs is queer
| things, and it don't pay to fool with
them only when they want to fool with
| you.
'sWell, we got out to the lake, and the
day was fine. too fine Bob said to catch
any. trout, cause there wasn't any wind
| much, and the trout could see us, SOS
| they wouldn't bite at all. Anyway, they
| didn't for long time, tho we trolled all
over the good places, and caught a. lot Of
| big pickerel. But we picked up two or
three trout, too, and when we went
ashore for lunch, Old Reliable he cooked
one in mud. and it beat even any fish my
mother ever cooked, an she can beat
anybody cookin. He just rolled that fish
up in wet clay, an. the fish so fresh he
hadn't done kicl<in' yet, hardly; an put
him in the Goals the fred made Just
covered him up with the Goals an left
him for half an hour, an you never
tasted anything so good in all your life
as that trout was when Old Reliable took
him out
He just broke the clay off'ns him,
where twas burnt hard's a. brick, m the
skin N scales peeled off with the clay,
and left the white meat all bare. Then
we put on. what pepper and salt we
wanted, and eat him all up. Six pounds