Bisbee daily review., 1908-03-15
T R o U T

thought of fresh trout shsrpened our already vo- racious sppetites; and, reeklessly dismissins Squire Brown from our minds we determined to breakfast first With many pangs skinned the trout-a pound and half, should judge it weighed-snd, eneasing it in breadcrurnbs, placed it on the fire.
 The coffee was boiling and the air odor- ous with fried potatoes. The trout was soon a
 rich brown on both sides, and eagerly gathering around our hastily inprovised tsble-oue of our canoe sails--ve started in. Just then the crack
 ling of branches startled us, and Morton, in his
 trepidaticn spilled the hot coffee over his arms.
 Close to the spring stood rustic-iooking youth of probably twelve summers light switch m
 one hand denoted his errand. Hunting stray COW probably. Evidently one of the young Browns. But his glances were not directed at us At his feet lay the evidence of our guilt
 the dismembered head of the trout, beautiful even in death and the lovely mottled skin, it's brightness already beginning to fade. A glance | at the fryingpan completed the story. lie | turned without a word and darted up the slope
 We stared at each other in eonsternation. ''Hallo John, that's only fiddler, shouted Foster I ran up the slope in time to see him vanishing among the trees. He was already be yond call Here was nice state ot affairs m
 deedi We would sooner have faced an earth quake than Squire Browns wrath. With frantic
 haste we pulled the tent down and threw It into one of the canoes. The tablecloth, dishes and all were bundled up and thrown into another | Blankets paiis.. clothes, dishes, fishing tackle, | provisions and anything could lay our hands | on were hurriedly and promiscuously crammed | into the hatches. With admirable sef-possession | at such a trying moment Foster seized the trout
 and carefully placed it in the canoe, while took l charge of the coffee and potatoes hasty sur | yev showed that nothing was left behind
 1 We sprang into the canoes and grasped our | uaddles None too soon. Away up in the | woods q dog was barking Foster delayed sec | ond and. seizins a hatchet and nail, he nailed i the head Of the trout to huge oak tree, where it could not escape notice.
 | As we padded out into the current the Il buIl-pup's melodious voice rang out the air. He burst into view, and close behind him came Squire Brown, whip in hand, and three of hi. T men. I will draw a veil over the scene. Suffice
 if to say that threats and iuprecations horrible to relate greeted onr ears. We were cordially
 invited to come in and be skinned alive, or take our nick of half dozen other Punishments i equally pleasant. We magnanmously bore it in
 silence. and made no reply. The current carried ' ps swiftly aloug and last backward glance re
 vealed our pursuers running along the shore : shaking their fists in futile rage at our fast re cedine forms We soon rounded bend, and . then. floating side by side, we proceeded with i, our interrupted breakfast, and Squire Brown . trout was soon mere skeleton. But not unti another days journey had carried us thirty mile'
 further did we feel convinced that we were be 2 yord the reach of Squire Browne vengeance.