The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-09-01

was "slued" around and the ';musky"
headed upstream, and Pete" gave
him the towing privileges" just TO see
how strong he was. The dog sat up
and appeared interested.
But the bull "musky" was too sensi-
BILE to try to tow such a cargo up the
current Of the Flambeau. so he turned
and darted down stream . "Pete's"
ready paddle accommodated the canoe
to the vagaries of the fish. and the
Englishman tried to put on the
brakes" with his tarpcn rod. But the
bull 'musky' was in mere too amiable
a temper just then, and the angler had
to give a little more Roadway.
Down the river went the canoe,
Pete" padding back. and the Eng
lishman keeping as much strain as he
dared on the fish. Twice the "musky"
broke water, and twice the fishermen
skilfully evaded the desperate efforts
of the "musky' to break loose. It was
a lively battle, and. as the fish strug-
gled and boat drifted, the ominous roar
of the rapids sounded in the ears of
the occupants of the canoe. It is quite
probable that the noise was lost on
the inhab itant of the British Isles, for
he certainly had his hands full in the
way of the bull 'musky." He could
not reel him in a foot without the
most strenuous exertions, and every
time he did gain a foot on him, the
fish would run out a yard on him in
return.
Chippeway pete" padded desper-
ately toward the side of the bank
where the narrow channel ran through
the rapids, but the bull "musky" eV-
identity preferred the middle of the riv-
err. AS fast as Pete" would get the
canoe headed the right way to shoot"
the rapids safely. the muskellunge
would make a swerve for the other
side, and Pete" would have to yield
space to prevent the line from part
ing.
At last they turned the abrupt curve
that led into the tumbling vortex of
gyrating rapids, and as fate would
have 1t, they we're in the dead limp
and middle" of the river. And Just
then Jack Sebastian. with four head
less partridges that testified to his
prowess with the rifle, came out on
the high bank on the side where the
clear water ran through like a mill
race. He did not shout, as he knew
the occupants of the boat were in a
bad box. He ran to the edge Of the
stream, down the bank, and caught up
a long pole that lay by the river.
And just about then the canoe hit
rock in midstream and described
parabOla, or scientific somersault, and
that was all there was to 1t. Chippe-
way Pete" held on to a fragment of
the boat and got to the opposite shore,
the worse for wear. The other occu-
pant Of the canoe disappeared for
couple of seconds and then came up a
little farther down. He went under
again and then reappeared nearer to
shore and Sebastian. throat deep in the
water, struggled out near enough to
reach him the end of the pole. To-
gether the two battled in to dry land.
The Englishman sat down on a fat
rock for moments breathing space.
He had lost his cap, glasses, rod and
reel, pipe, tackle box, terrier, and con-
fidence. Everything was lost except
ing honor.
Sebastian looked him over There
was lump over his left eye as big as
a mouse and cut on his cheek was
beginning to bleed. But he was COM
para lively tranquil.
You must "a hooked on to that bull
'musky' I was tellin' you Of" said
Jack, finally, to relieve the oppressive
silence.
MY wordr' said the Englishman.