The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-08-15

great delight of the gentle hammered fish,
 The father of this ingenious lad got an idea from this line of sport with the catfish. He made strong harness for each fish, with bridle and bit in regular fashion. This intelligent and willing pair of Scrubgrass catfish fell in with the idea trom the first time the harness was put on them, and the bits were put fin their mouths They pulled a log around the pond with great relish of the fun, and 1t was indeed a cheering sight.
 But my friend Molefetcher's Idea was of wider scope than just hauling log about the pond. He was only leading up to what was really in it He made him a light cedar boat, easy running and of light draft. From the bow of. the boat he projected an iron rod to serve as & wagon tongue, so to speak. The pond was not fitted for the working ont of his idea and he transferred his team of catfish to his millpond. Hooking them up to the boat Molefetcher got into 1t, and in the presence of his delighted family took up the rens, chirruped to the catfish and away they started with him up the pond at a three-minute gait. My friend Mole fetcher's idea was an unqualified success. Every day the team of catfish enjoyed themselves by giving some member of the Molefetcher family a spin about the pond.
 Scared by Hawk.
 One day my friend Molefetcher was riding along on the pond behind his cat fish team. They were going down the pond at nice little jog, when suddenly a flshhawk, whose eyes must have been a good deal bigger than his stomach, bounced down on the team and tried to lift the catfish out of the harness. This sudden assault frightened the team and they ran away. They made a wild dash toward the dam. Molefetcher held onto the reins and tried to stop them, but 1t was no use. Over they went
 The boat was smashed to pieces Molefetcher came near being drowned They rescued him in time. and down the creelH he tore away after the runaway team. The hawk still had it's clutches in the off catflsh's shoulder as they went over the dam. A mile down the stream Molefetcher caught up with the nigh cat- fish It had the hawk by the throat and the hawk was dead. The off catfish was overhauled half mile farther along He was so badly crippled that 1t was plain he would never be of any more use in the team. In fact, my friend Mole fletcher turned them both out in the pond to pasture as they pleased and has never hitched 'em up since, much to the be- reavement of the Molefetcher family and to the lasting disappointment of the turned out team.
 "sYes,' said Jefferson Shsllenbanker, If you want to make study of catfish that are the real thing. you should come with me over to my native valley of the his- toric scrubgrass and look the Molefetch- CT pair over"
 '1 became intensely interested in what Jefferson Shef1enbanker said, therefore, and set day for going with him to his native balliwick to make study of the, Molefetcher pair. The night before we' were to go, shellenbanker came in from Lackawaok looking distressed. He had received a letter from home.
 "'From my friend Molefetcher. said he. Had fearful thunderstorm in the Scrubgrass Valley. Lightning struck the iron rod in Molefetcher's cedar boat. Catfish team lounging near. Killed 'em both.'
 50 I didn't get to study the Mole fletcher pair. and I was disappointed be- yond words"