The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-09-07

along tne SIDE and kersmacx went
six-pound cod on the white deck of
the Woodbury. as With a veil and
cheer the deep sea beauty came into
the bucket
Hi there. Look outs shouted
another, and in came a haddock with
the silver of the sea on his side. Ia a
few minutes the big fish OF the day. an
eleven-pound hake, was pulled over
the side. Next was pair, one on each
hook. And for about i've MINUTES as
the Wood bury drifted over the shoal,
the catch was fast and fun was furious
All the while the Secretary, perched
high on the rail- wasn't getting bite.
"Spit on your bait. Mr.. Secretary,
said the pilot VINO had just yanked
over nine-pound cod.
~ did, said the secretary, 'sbut
they don'y like the Iowa brand"
The Woodbury. was rolling in the
seas but the Iowa admiral manned the
gangway and cast his lead and clans
industriously, meeting the running
| fire OF chatf with all sorts of apt and
clever sayings
His wit was to the point aud his
stories propos. Occasionally he
served up aquotation or bit of verse
from his rostrum. I would 1 had
camera to have caught the Chief as he
irh
phized him with few verses of that
clever little poem Lucky Jim..' The
skirts OF his frock coat waved in the
wind. his wide brimmed hat shaded
his keen gray eyes and his gray hair
and moustache. His spare, nervously
knit figure was the very type
of the incisive public speak
err OF the western land. And if I do
say it, fell in love with the Secretary
and hereby swear allegiance to him as
brother fisherman and man of fas-
| cinating talents and wondrous personal
| charm.
And we 6shed and we fished.
And still the Secretary caught no
fish. My side partner, young lady,
took silver bake. I felt yank.like
suggestion of life from the underworld
and 10, cod,
| Mr.. Emerson was heard to say
"There." in satisfied way and he,
too, produced fish of commerce-a
cod. The feecy clouds tloated over
head. The blue isles of the sea seemed
close at hand. The long swell was full
of llmpid smiles. The fish bit and the
cod lines sang over the rail.
CAT eight bells." said Mr.. Shaw,
I'VE shall sail for Squirrel And on
he tshed
Eight BELLS" said the Lieutenant
as the eight o'clock hour struck on the
| ships bell.
How long will it take to make the
run in?" asked Secretary Shaw.
Half an hour" said the Lieutenant.
Well" said the Secretary, as he
cast the lead again, 81 want to be there
at 8. So l reckon we had better fish
half an hour more"
Everybody laughed and the Secre-
tary said: "You have heard the story
of the western farmer who wanted to
go fishing. 1t goes this way.
There was once chap who had
patch of corn that happened to need
hoeing just at the time the fish were
biting
He went over and looked at the corn
and said to his boy, II reckon l can
hoe that corn in three days. So to-day
Well go fishing" They went fishing
and had just luck enough to make the
old man want to try it again. So the
next morning he said to his boy, Joe
let's go out and look at that cornn
They did so, and cycling the piece the
farmer said, Pooh! l can hoe that
corn in two days. Let's go fishing.
They went fishing and came home with
the fishing fever undated. The next
morning the farmer again said. Joe
let's go out and look at that cornn
They did so and the farmer said, Joe
that isn't much of piece. l can hoe
that corn in day Let's go fishing.
They went fishing and came home.
And the next morning they again went
out to look at the corn. Fishing was
still good. Joe.' said the farmer, L
can't hoe that corn in one day. nohow
Let's go fishing"
Perseverance had its reward. In
about three minutes more the Secre-
tary caught not only one fish but two
fish on the same line, and he also
caught the line of the chap next to him.
They had a spirited argument over
the question of whose hooks held the
fish. but the Secretary won. And the
hooks proved it. A few minutes later
the Secretary took in two more and
then we weighed in total catch of 80
pounds and the Woodbury. churned the
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