The San Francisco call., 1910-04-03

He had set his mind on fishing in
that sanctum sanctorum OF old Nc
Shane's. If sued for trespass he would
defend his own case, and if beaten, pay
the damages-probabl 6 cents. As to
physical violence. he would rely upon
his tongue to protect himself from that.
He was out with pole and bait be-
lore daylight, and started in to fish.
well up the stream, and work down
the sport delightful after his long en-
forced abstinence AS the day wore
on he neared the forbidden ground He
planned to reach the spot about 6
o'clock and watch for McShane until
he went to supper, and then start in,
thinking thus to improve his chances
of longer undisturbed fish,
watching the farmer enter his
house, he crawled under the fence and
made for the pool on his hands and
knees where he had seen the big fell
lows jump, and selecting an open spot,
free from rocks and bushes, SO that
when lying down he could handle his
rod fairly, he cast his line into the
stream, and the fun began from the
first cast.
"It was hard work, prone on his
stomach. handling those big fellows,
but he was fishing with an alder pole
and a stout hook and line, so that the
trout had 1t not all his own way, as II
up against willowy so ounce rod.
Fish after fish, fine, plump, heavy
fellows, did he add to his string. and
still the warcry of old McShane sound
ed not in the distance.
Gee, whiz! but the sport was great!
Splash went his grasshopper upon the
water again, and this time the line
tugged as it never tugged before. He
had the daddy OF the pool, for as the
fish turned in the water after taking
the bait his massive head and shoulders
were sight to see. A five FOUNDER
sure, He was fishing without reel,
and unless carefully handled the fish
would tear loose from the hook and be
off. Nothing must prevent him saving
that fish, come what might, so up he
stood straight upright on his feet.
Instantly from the distant precincts
of the farmhouse window came the well
known and old time familiar cry order
ing him off and consigning his body
and soul to sheol and all the side sta
tions on the map. But our fisherman
needed not; his eyes and thoughts We're
on that fish and nowhere else. 1t made
no difference TO him that the sound OF
McShane's profanity advanced nearer
After few more sweeps OF his pole he
had the trout on its side and slowly
drew it toward the bank, when step
ping into the water and getting his
fingers under it's gills he drew the drip
ping beautiful fish from the water just
as McShane. scythe in hand. came up
painting, breathless and white with
rage.
"Our fisherman was cool and not at
all disturbed even at the hostile demon
strations of McShane, who held the
scythe drawn back as If prepared to
NOW off a foot or two of the trespass-
er's legs, and as McShane drew breath
the fisherman calmly but firmly re-
marked, Be c-a-r-e-f-u-l, for I'm a
lawyer
"only recently McShane had been
haled into court on fragrant milk
watering transgression. and the recol-
lection of the various things in pecun-
iary way done to him, not only by the
prosecuting lawyer, but by his own at
torney as well. flashed across his parsi-
monious mind The lawyers had been
to him as a buzz saw
Dropping his scythe. he exclaimed:
Be you lawyer? Well / want to
Know. After a little further palaver
McShane invited the lawyer to set you
down. and then and there began to
question him on the law of trespass