The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-11-06
New York SUM-

(New York SUM-
Have you ever been er-fishin' ?''
Queried the man who had been reared
among the New England hills. as the
waiter placed before him some Long
island trout. If you have not. you
have missed one of the good things in
life"
Yes" replied his friend and host.
Whenever there's a cnance / take a
flve-ounce rod and some flies and set
out. In fact, these particular fish We
are eating are my reward for neglect
ing work for forty-eight hours"
That amt fishin'," said the country
bred man, That's anglin'."
We'll, what's the diiference?"
IT'S plainly evident that you never
have been er-fishin'.' or YOU wouldn't
ask such question. Listen to me and
I'll tell you how TO go er-hshin'."
Il suppose I'll have to-" replied his
friend, rssIgnedly. II these old home
stead attacks are as hard on you as
they are on your friends, il would be
nothing less than a crime not 10 let
you get one out of your system"
TO enjoy TO the limit gOin' er-fishin'
one must he a boy. So We'll just jump
backward some thirty-odd years and
land in a comfortable Old farmhouse
in the New England hills. It's a Fri
day night, late in May, supper is over.
and while mother is clearing the table
father reads aloud from the County
Bulletin. and Billy Taylor comes in.
I'm going To let you be Billy and
I'm giving you a great social boost.
for Billy's father owns the store and
is a deacon. Mother ms1es exhaus-
tive inquiry concerning the health of
all your relatives, and you humble
Yes'm' to each query. Father goes
right on reading; he don't notice boys
much.
'Jer ask him.? YOU whisper
e Hain't yet I whisper in return.
When yer goin' terri
Pretty quick
Ask him now, can't YER?
Wait on a bit
Am waitin', amt To-
s"And you do wait, until finally IA
ther lays the paper in his lap and,
glancing our way, seems for the first
time TO become aware OF our pres
ence.
Hello. Billy. How's your father
he inquiries,
"'Yes'm. I-I--mean yessir,' you an
sNer But father don't seem 10 notice
your break, and once more takes up
the paper.
Quick, ASK him now. you say.
giving me a pinch.
Thus admOnished, I make the
plunge.
Say. pa! Billy wants me 10 so
fshin' with him termOrer'
Why ! should think that he would
let me so any quicker because you or
anybody else wanted me TO go 1 can't
TO this day tell, but | am unable 10 re.
call ever asking for this privilege with
out ringing in at least one outsider.
Father lays the paper in his lap
again, and there is breathless silence
while he meditates.
The corn in the south lot needs
holm bad, John he says, finally.
That's a heart breaker-and back
breaker. The south lot stands for not
less than eight hours of work. But
when all seems lost, who should come
10 the rescue but mother.
Now. father says this blessed adj
vocate, do let the boy so; seems like
you've forgot what a boy you was fer
hshin''
And father gives in and seems sort
OF glad of it. I reckon what mother
said about his 'goin' er-flshin'.' sort OF
set him % thinking.
with a WhOOD we rush out of the
house and around TO the woodshed,
where We secure a spade and a tin can
and go prospecting for worms. It's
quite light for that even at O'Clock,