The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-04-22

ley's Rise of the Dutch Republic,
for about the fiftieth time, and had ar
rived at the tale Of Mondragon's dar-
ing relief Of Tergoes, where he
marched 5000 men along narrow
causeway four to five feet under water,
travelling q distance Of three and a
half leagues, and accomplishing his
object; when the gang, headed by the
colonel, came in. OF course the colonel
wanted to know what I was reading,
and being informed, promptly branded
the story as special from the seat,
'This here history mans all right
talkin' to city fellers," quoth the colo
mel, but them sort O. lies don't go
up here where mems been on drivesn
knows. It's a big lien I'll bet on it"
"And you'd lose," broke in strang
err, who had been listening and didn't
know the colonel. THAT storys true,
all right. Why, T had an experience
myself that shows me it could be
done. That was several years ago,
when I was up on Sandy lake and
It's tributaries for my vacation.
"You know the hunting and fishing
was very fine in that country then,
and a more ideal place for a loafng
hired an Indian to ride herd so to
speak, on me, keep me from getting
too much mixed up with the scenery,
cook, and do all the work connected
with the outing, ana for nearly a
month I enjoyed myself right UP to a
stretched limit. But one night an
other Indian drifted into my camp,
like the raven into the poets study,
and disturbed my dreams Of bliss with
a wire requiring my instant presence
at home
Now T could have footed it over to
the railroad, but the distance was fif-
teen miles, the walking horrible, and
never was much Of a walker anyhow,
SO I concluded to cross the lake the
next day In my savage's' canoe, and
have him paddle me to Aitlin, down
the swift-fowing Mississippi. We
had supper, and were just getting
ready to turn in when we heard the
three blasts Of a whistle announcing
the arrival Of a little steamer plying
on the river, at the outlet of the big
lake, on the farther shore Of which T
was camped.
my Indian said he knew by the
sound that she was headed down
river but couldn't tell how he knew It
which is Injun' all overland con-
cluded to cross the lake at once.
There was no duffle in particular
to get ready, and we were soon afloat,
and speeding over the still bosom Of
the big water. It was as dark as
length ahead, but an Indian can see in
the dark like a cat, and I had no fear
Of arriving all right. And I would
have, too, but all Of a sudden I caught
a terrific 1cramD in the leg. and had
simply to kick or die. T kicked. Now
some men can kick in birch. Others
can't. I'm one Of the others.
"She didn't upset birch seldom
does. She simply slid out from under
us, and left us in the water. Now the
Indian could have easily captured the
canoe, but you see I couldn't swim a
stroke, and he knew it, so he had his
hands full Of me right off. BY good
luck rather than judgment, I didn't
struggle and grab him, and with a few
strokes he had me where he told me
I}could reach bottom, tho to all ap-
pearances We were at least a mile
from shore. dropped my legs, and
found the water about waist deep, we
evidently being on a sandbar, or some
such formation.
1.-The Indian tied me to him with a
buckskin thong. and we passed the
rest of that night following the wind
tngs Of that bar in the middle of one
of the biggest lakes in Minnesota. I
fell off about once in three minutes
but the Indian always hauled me
back, and We did not make very good
time; indeed, day dawned long be-
fore we had reached safe swimming
distance of the shore, and we We're
taken off by other Indians with a, bic
we did could be done, shows me that
Motley's account of Mondragon's feat
must be true" ..
Sure, Mike" said the colonel
Don't doubt you a mite. Teller never
knows what he can do till he has to-
Why right here a spell ago, Dan Gum
run out O. fish. Had to have 'em, N
have 'em right off, N he didn't want
nothin' but bass neither. Some kind
o. a passed. O. college professors was
UP here. Kind o. fellers wears their
brains out so fast with their work
they has to be fed on fish exclusive
while they are workin'. Must eat a
whale apiece every season. Now this
gig-lamped crowd ID heerd O. our bass
m they wanted them, n nothin' else
ms they had the price, Dan he skipped
'roun' to git 'em for 'em.
Me n him. we went UP to Rice
lake, a-takin' long a big box; sixteen
foot long it was, three deep, m jes
wide 'nough to fit into the wagon box
What fer? Don't you butt in, m I'll
tell you. We got up to the lake, m
earth. you bet your neck, n got to
where a little trickle O. water runs in
where there's a crick in spring. There
we sunk the box in the crick mouth
tell it was bout six inches higher n
the top of the water, m right at the
edge O. the lake. Then I ketched a
whalin' big old he bull frog, m tied
a piece of trollin' line to his off hind
leg, N then tied the line to a stick
m piked out on the water.
IT rowed lickity split around the
little lake, a draggin' the frog SOS he
jest skittered on top the water, m
fore a minute there was ten million
big bass hustlin' right after him like
a lot of them beagles after a rabbit
run EN- round four or five times till
I got 'em jest bound to ketch that
frog or die, m then I went for shore
like a shot. s I got there I throwed
the pole to Dan, m he helt the frog
right over the box top, akickin' like
Sam Hill, m where every bass could
see him. N every one of them bass
took a runnin' jump at the frog m
fell in the box. I leveled 'em down
fasts they come, n I he'd! to work
like blazes to do it, too.
well. we filled the box plum full In
1ess'n ten minutes by the watch, N
Dan had's many bass s his brain
workers could eat, m could "a got
twice as many more f we'd a had a
bigger box"
And the stranger bought.
&C. c.. Kelly.
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