The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-08-11
THIS DEER WAS AN ANGLER
MAN FROM POCHUCk TELLS or
PICKEREL WORTH WHILE.
u Was Really Cousin Marcellus's story and
was Repeated In q DRY spell Merely to
Show Certain Persons what They Had
Missed The Dry spell UnbrOkcn.

FVV NhN 49, '
Missed--The Dry spell Unbrokcn.
CHESTER, n Y, Aug. 1O.-The man who
unblushingly charges himself with being a
resident OF the Pochuck neighborhood did
not seem to be much impressed by the size
Of the pickerel that had been brought in
from the lake and which even Farmer Bill
Leonard. who lives dow opposite Goose
Pond Mountain. said were a little the finest
string he had ever seen, and he had snatched
some old dodwollopers in his time out Of
Niger Pond. some of 'em. as long as a
stick and as big around as a dish.
I'm glad said the Pochuck claimant.
wiping the dust from his rubber boots with
the tail Of his linen duster and sitting down
In the tavern's best chair, I'm glad that
Cousin Marcellus Merriweather amt here.
Cousin Marcellus is uncommon scornful
an no respecter OF persons, an I'm afeard
he'd hurt the feelin's o. you folks over here,
fer there amt no doubt in the world but
what he'd say
lis them picker'l? Mebbe they be- he'd
cay, an he'd sniff scornful. sure as peanuts
Of a circus, an say. 'Mebbe they be. but
they a MT more thar what'd make toler'ble
good bait fish fer the pickerl l been used
to- he'd say.
I'm mortal glad Cousin Marcellus amt
here, fer I'd hate like Sam Hill to see You
folks's feel ma hurt"
From the way the man who had brought
the string OF pickerel in looked at the Po-
chuck narrator as he look up his fish and
toted them away il was easy enough to see
what il was he was thinking about. He was
thinking that it was a mighty good thing
Her r.,.,n NIaroall,,a TINT hn xyasn'f fhara
for 10 he we're the man from over toward
Pochuck would see something hurt besides
folks's feelings.
An I'm afeard, too" continued the
Pochuok chronicler. as the fisherman
went on up the street, that Cousin Mar
cellus would "a rubbed that scornfulness
IN no respecterness o persons in by sayin':
An you didn't even bring in any venison
with emf Cousin Marco lus was thinkin'
some o. comm over here with me to-day.
an now I'm o~verpowerin' glad he didn't"
No one else seemed to care anything
about It, one way or the other, and Farmer
Bill Leonard said to Farmer Seely Hunter
Of Hardscrabble that a boss that couldn't
10 in the 2:I0 class now didn't have a show
10 get ever a piece Of the money, and Farmer
Hunter said that was so; bosses was goin'
some nowadays.
And I've got a colt /" said Farmer Hun
ter, that's goin' to be a"
ME. tool" said Farmer Bill Leonard.
And IN bet
Farmer Dewitt Jollier Green Of Jolly
Farm, Somerville -on-the- Bog, came in just
then.
I'm in a hurry to get to Goshen said
he, and before l start, il you two fellers
feels like it, why
A little later the cash register jingled
I'D the 25 cent ticket in it's place. and Farmer
Green went on his way TO Goshen, without
ever hearing the Pochuck citizen clearing
his throat and cracking all Of his fingers at
once Farmer Bill Leonard and Farmer Hun
ter sat down again and locke at the picture
II Lou Dillon on the wall, as IL they might
be compelled to feel sorry for her when
those colts of theirs
Then, ag'in," said the voluble self
alleged dweller In the Pochuck neighbor-
hood, -mebbe il mowt n turned out pleas
in to you folks over here, after all, il Cousin
Marcellus had "a come with me, fer after
havin' rubbed in that scornfulness an
that nc respecterness o. persons o. his'n
he'd a rubbed il out ag'in by tellin' You
about them pickerl he was used TO.
Come to think on it, I'm sorry Cousin
Marcellus amt here! He couldn't "a
helped to turn out pleasin' to you, after
all. The best l kin do Is to give o a little
IN xdn' o. how he'd a lone II, but thumps,
II he was only here his ownself.'
The Pochuck chronicler rose in his chair
as With the one resolve TO hurry back to
Pochuck and fetch Cousin Marcellus, but
n ana was his intention he changed his
mind and sat dow again.
-T'other day" said he. after a while.
Aunt Sally Beckendarter was lookin' out o
the kitchen winder. IN she suddenly turned
20 Uncle David. who was ~greasin' his boots
with mutton taller. havin' II on his mind
n go out eel spearin' that night, an she
asys.
'Of all things, David says she. N yender
don't come Cousin Marcellus Me~rriweather,'
This didn't seem to s'prise Uncle David