Bisbee daily review., 1909-05-22


 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 lithely, do we progress across this strip of rep tilian waste. With distending eyes. with pulses a-thrill, we leap from mound 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 insatiate jaws,
 'Will you walk a little faster?' said .
 whiting to a snail,
 There's a porpoise close behind me, and
 he's treading on my tail.'
 All out of breath we land keplunk beside the old stump. kh, how I loved that old stump. long ago gathered to the bosom of earth by disintegration- Once 1t was the beacon light of home, the fort of last resort. the throne on which I ruled an empire all my own!
 Here the monsters that abided in the rushes and the grasses fell back disgruRtled into their laiTs. Here the sun shone down and painted golden turrets on the crested waves, Here the water ebbed and cooed and splashed a song of melody that no lute has ever initiated,
 "T'row me th' beafsteak,- chirps Fatty from his stump alongside.
 Come an git it." growls Stubbie. exuItant in possession and the first baited hook.
 "Aw, t'row me tn beefsteak. ain't a-comin' down rum here" flashes Fatty. Give a feller a chsnct,"
 Spit, Spat, Splash. go the baitsd hooks into the water.
 "Ho! ho! Look at Jimmie's sinker. what'er ye tryin' [ do? Scare 'em all away? Gimme cork?"
 .'G'wan! Git piece O dried stick" !"
 "Lookee, Lookee, Fats got a bite," in chorus.
 Gently at first, as the bull head en- plores his find. the cork pulsates or the waters breast.
 "Let'm have it" warns Stubb;e.
 Now, Now, NOW" scrceches Jimmie. as the bobber dances madly to the tug of the fish
 Fatty jerks his pole. The fish drops of at the waters edge,
 "Aw. didn't I tell ye t let m have it?" taunts Stubbie.
 Suddenly Jimmie grabs his pole in both hands With a mighty swing he swishes it through the air. A bull head follows. making flying tangent in the air. The line and fish land high in tree behind the stump. Jimmie shucks his coat and climbs the tree while "th' feilers" boot. Hes swal!ered it." groans Jimmie In disgust. from his perch. Poke him in the mouth with a stick" directs Stubbie. is sharp,-
 Two t onct," yell in deli-ions dc. light, Two t onct," Then Stubbie hooks a mud turtle. What fight there is then. 0 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 Stubbie holds taut the line. With a delft 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 a strong stick. we pry the hook from his mouth and shoo him back into the long grass. T ketched all of 'em myself" I 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 sre-and such a fisherman!" An, the glory of It. Old bull head hole, love you still. | In the rosy aurora of the land of dreams you are ever the halo of purest rest. the ray of sincerest joy supreme! Rescue Work. Deeply impressed recently by an ad- dress given at Bright. on the evils of smoking a young minister arose and said that that morning he had q present of 100 cigars one of them he had smoked. but he now determined to go home and throw the rest into the fire. Thercupon . Baptist minister arose and said that he meant to accompany his reverend srosher My intention is to rescue the nineiy ard nine."-Henry Gxan.) News. BYRON WILLIAMS