Bisbee daily review., 1909-05-22

and travail. sunshine and shadow.
 And down in the bottoms Jimmie and Fatty and Stubbie and are crash ing through the debris that Nature has heaped upon her marsh land. Not confidently, not gracefully, not iithely. do we progress across this strip of rep jilian waste. With distending eyes. with pulses a-thrill. we leap from molnd to mound, crashing through the dead weed stems. stumbling over the brush heaps, Dangers turk on every side and hydra-headed monsters lie in wait to catch us in their iusatiate jaws!
 ''will you walk a little faster7'' said .
 whiting 10 a snail.
 There's a porpoise close behind rle. and
 he's treading on my tail.''
 All out of breath VIC land keplunk beside the old stump. Ah. how loved that old stump, long ago gathered to the bosom of earth by disintegration- Once it was the beacon light of home, the fort of last resort, the throne on which l ruled an empire all my own, Here the monsters that abided in the rushes and the grasses fell back disgruRtied into their lairs. Here the sun shone down and painted golden turrets on the crested waves, Here the water ebbed and cooed and splashed song of melody that no lute has ever initiated, '-T'row me tn beafsteak, chiTps Fatty from his stump alongside. Come an git it." growls Stubbie. exuitant in possession and the first baited hook.
 'Aw, trow me tn beefsteak. I ain't a-comin' down rum here," flashes Fatty Give feller a chsnct," Spit, Spat, Splashi so the baitsd hooks into the water. "Ho, ho! Look at Jimmie's sinker! What'er ye tryin' [ do? Scare 'em all away? Gimme a cork?" ''G'wan! Git piece O dried stick" "Lookee. Lookee, Fats got a bite," in chorus
 Gently at first. as the bull head eH- plores his find. the cork pulsates on the waters breast.
 "Let'm have it" warns Stubbie Now! Now, NOW," scrceches Jimmie. as the bobber dances madly to the tug of the fish. Fatty jerks his pole. The fish drops of al the waters edge'
 "Aw, didn't I tell ye [ let m have it2" taunts Stubbie. Suddenly Jimmie grabs his pole in both hands. With a mighty swing he swishes it through the air bull ! BaaH Folf,up rnaLrfnu a Fx-iu,. .auoap. , in the air The line and fish land high ! in tree behind the stump. Jimmie shucks his coat and climbs the tree |, while eth feilers" boot He's swalle-ed it." groans Jimmie in disgust, from his perch. Poke him in the mouth with a | stick" directs Stubbie "ouch," from Jimmie. Them horns is sharp"
 Two t onct," yell in deli-ious de | light, Two [ onct,"
 Then Stubbie hooks a mud turtle, | What a fight there Is then, O ye bald heads. What a fight there is' The
 water is whipped and the shore line rolled. Finally Fatty wades in behind | the turtle while Stubb;e holds taut the line With a deft movement Fat catches the turtle by the back of his shell and dumps him high on the land
 ''Sss," misses the turtle as we gath CT gingerly about. But we are not afraid. Hoisting him on his back by means of strong stick. we pry the hook from his mouth and shoo him back into the long grass.
 'I ketched all of 'em myself" tell mother that night. "More'n any Of tn | other fellers."
 And mother smiling, puts her hand upon my sunburned locks and says:
 What a wonderfully big boy you are-and such a fisherman!" An, the glory of it, Old bull head hole, I love you still. | In the rosy aurora of the land of dreams you are ever the halo of purest rest the ray of sincerest ioy supreme,