The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1907-07-29

potatoes and made the tea in the Cape
Cod pot After they raised more crops
and got a little ahead she told grand
father she wanted tea kettle, a frying
pan and some other things to make the
homework easier.
In reply he said: eve have got the
Cape Cod pot" AS time went on, every
time when the Indian wife asked for
anything to make the housework east
er he made answer: I'VE have got the
Cape Cod pot" She had heard that ar
grment until she got sick of it and took
the ak and smashed the Cape Cod pot
into old junk, and the next time when
he said, 1--WE have got the Cape Cod
poi" she said 1--WE hain't got the Cape
Cod pot any more" and my grandfath-
err provided a tea kettle, frying-pan
and some other household things.
That Cape Cod pot would have been
IA precious heirloom at our reunions,
but / am thankful that my Indian
grandmother had wit enough to put
that Cape Cod pot where it would do
the most good-she raised her stand
ard Of living higher, she got tea
kettle and frying-pan, but she had to
smash the Cape Cod pot to get EN-.
My great-grandfather and his two
sons, who wer half-brothers, served in
the Revolution Ny father served his
country in the war with England in
1872 by working at his trade making
rum barrels'in Herkimer, N. Y, to sup
ply the army operating In Canada. My
father married his half-cousin, the
daughter of Elder Nathaniel Chase.
There was no blend of the bow and
arrow in my mother. She was of pure
English blood, lily white, of the Puritan
stock. 1 was the first born of six of us
who grew UP in my fathers family, and
am the only one now living.
Chase Mills, where my father clear
ed up a farm, is at the falls of Martin S
stream. In the early days and since
my remembrance the water of Martins
stream at the falls was alive with
trout 1 remembers of going a-f1shing
one Sunday morning before breakfast
about rs years ago. AT that time it was
good trout fishing at Chase's Mills.
noticed that the men who fished on
Sunday, when the mills were shut down
seemed to have better luck than we
boys who fished on week days, when
the mills were running, and l made up
my mind that / would try my luck on
Sunday. 1 dug the worms for bait
Saturday night got up early Sunday
first one in the house-and
took my f1shpole and made tracks for
the mill dam. When | dropped my hook
into little bunch of froth under the
dam one took it quicker than lightning,
and in less than three minutes l had
three as handsome trout as you ever
'sot eyes on
| didn't catch any more. / strung on
my three trout and started for the
house. When | opened the kitchen door
my father sat there, and his eve snap
ped as he said to me: "You know bet
ter than to go a-fshing on Sunday, and
If catch you again will tan your
jacket for you"
My mother, who was standing by,
said to me: You clean them fish"
Very soon the frying pan was over
the Goals and the odor of fried trout
pervaded that Kitchen. could see that
my fathers countenance changed-his
face was not so elongated, and he look
ed more natural. Very soon the break
fast was ready and we all enjoyed the
feast-my father with the rest, and he
did not say anything more about Sun
day fishing.
After the chores were all done my
mother took me one side and said to
me: II wish you would not so a-fishing
any more on Sunday" She did not
chide me; she did not say that Sunday
fishing was an objectionable sin When
she said to me: II wish you would not
go a-f1shing any more on Sunday" her
angel eye beamed from her brow did
not tell her I would not go a-flshing any
more on Sunday, but told her l would
split the oven wood finer. The baking
was done in the brick, over, and one
of my chores was to split the oven
wood. When l was in hurry to get
away to play I did not split the oven
wood as fine as I ought. I knew
didn't and she told me I didn't AL
though | was not ready to promise that
| would not go a-fshing any more on
Sunday, was ready to promise that
would split the oven wood finer, and I
did split 1t finer, but have never hank
cred to go a-fishing from that day to
this
My mother conquered me with kind
ness and motherly love, and she con-
quered my father with the smell of fried
fish.-Lewiston (Maine) Journal.