The Frankfort roundabout. [volume] (Frankfort, Ky.) 1882-1908, 1906-08-18
CAMP OF THE CHIPPEWAS.
Cor d'Orveilles Lake,

This seems an "off year" in the
annual outings of the Chippewas.
Fish are scarce, so scarce that DR..
Elliott has tackled a notice on a
birch bark tree warning all bass
of two pounds or more not to tres
pass on the tender feelings of the
cook by raising a smell in the fry
ing pan.
Cannon has caught two four
Founders, and they are the biggest
and best.
But mosquitoes are plentiful.
They swarm, they sing and bite,
and bite and sing. They sit Oh
the logs around camp, Oh the
stumps and in the tree tops and
serenade the bows in tones that
excel 400 telephone wires on a
windy night. And they bite, bite
through anything, through pants,
shirts, canvass, leather, corduroy.
A grey-headed skeeter, last night,
stuck his bill in pineapple cheese
and flew away with it.
Every morning the boys look
like they have been fighting bum
BILE bees-eyes swollen, faces, ears
and neck full of red splotches and
every fellow guying the other as
to who got the worst of the fray.
Charlie Furr, unfortunately,
did not get to wet a line. His
rheumatic knee got worse, instead
of better, and, amidst general ex-
pressions of sympathy, he left
camp, the first week, for Martins.
vile, Ind, for treatment.
Frank Stagg, Geo. Baker, and
perhaps one or two others, will
leave in a day or two for home.
The camp has been flooded with
visitors. Ladies in white and
blue and pink-some with hats
and some without-somein boots
and some in slippers-have hon.
ored the Chippewas with their
presence, and with appetites
ready made. Payne has had to
ut on a new necktie and clean
-ckled shirt every day. Morris
understands how to please the
ladies also, and with the two
Browns, Cannon and Scott to do
the honors, as aid-de-camp. the
woodland nymphs always linger
till the sun goes down.
The thrilling episode of u single
day alone offsets the poor luck
that has attended the fishing.
That was when George Payne
caught string OF twenty-five
bass, weighing from three to four
pounds each, and one six pound
interchangeable with No. s
spool thread line. l enclose a
photo of the catch, which please
show to Jimmy Gibbons.
Cannon ard the twin Indian
pappooses have parted company.
On a former trip he was greatly
pleased with these dusky babes of
the woods. They were so bright
and clipper, swan like ducks,
leaped the logs and bushes like
deer, danced Indian dances and
talked Chippewa gibherish like red
squirrels-so he adopted them as
pets, and brought them candy,
red stockings and bandanna hand
kerchiefs.
But the other day they drove
up to Franks wigwam in their
dog cart. and called him out.
They clearly had a message for
him. SO Billy-be. Dam, the in
terpreter, was called, and through
him the pappooses invited Cannon
to come and eat heap soup" with
them. Not having any acquaint-
ance with Indian soups, Cannon
asked the interpreter what kind of
soup it was? Him heap good
. SOUP" he replied plenty naus-
gosh, red squirrel, lots speckled
frog, chipmunk, nice fat puppy
dog, mink, fish, eberyting, cherry
ting"
Cannon's face got red, and the
air got hot as the boys crowded
around and urged him to 90 after