Year: 1876

How THE LADIES FusH.-There's
generally about six of them i'm the bunch.
with light dresses on, and they have
three poles with as many hooks and
lines among them.


As soon As they get TO the river they
look for good place to get down on the
RATS, and the most vcnturesome one
sticks her boot heels in the bank and
makes two careful stepdowns: then she
suddenly finds herself at the bottom
with both hands in the water and feel
lny that every body in. this wide world
is looking at her, and she never tells
anybody how she got there. The other
girls, protting by her example, turn
round and go down the bank on their
hands and toes, backwards.
Then they scanlper over the RATS un-
til they find a shallow place where they
can see the fish, and shout
"Oh! l see one."
q Where -


d There"


"Oh any so nc is. - ----'----------


1" Let's catch him. s~7
az Who's got them bats -
Somebody's got my hook"


You lazy thing, you're sitting on
my pole


Show me the wretch that stole my
worm"


All these eXclamations are gotten off
in tones that awaken every echo with
in a mile round, and send every fish
within three acres square into galloping
Mysteries. Then the girls by super
human eXertion. finally get worm on
the hook, and throw in with a splash
like launching of waShtub, and wait
the result. When silver fin comes
along and nibbles the bait tRey pull up
with jerk that had an unfortunate fish
weighing less than fifteen pounds been
on the hook, would have landed in the
ncighborhood of three or four miles out
in the country. After awhile a feeble
minded >un-fi>h contrives TO get fastened
on the hook Of timid woman and she
gives vent to her tongue


Oh something's got my hook


Pull up, YOU little idiot ," shout FIVE
excited voices as poles and hooks are
dropped and they rush to the rescue.
The girl with the bite gives spasmodic
jerk, which sends the unhappy sunny
into the air, the full length of forty feet
of line, and he comes down on the near
est curly head with a damp flop that
sets the girl to clawing as though there
were humble bees in her hair.


"Och Murder, take it away. Ugh.
the nasty thing"


Then they hold up their skirts and
gather about the fish as it skips over the
logs, one all the time holding the line
in both hands with her feet on the pole
as though she had an evil disposed goat
at the other end, whom she expected TO
butt her at any moment. Then they
talk il over.


How ever will he get Off


Amt il pretty:


Poor little thing. let's put il back.


How will we get the hook from il


Pick il up, says girl, who backs rap
idly out of the circle.


Good gracious. I'm afraid oft. There,
its opening its mouth at me.


Just then sunny wriggles off the hook
and disappears between two logs into
the water and the girls try for another
bite


But the sun comes down and fries the
back Of their necks, and they get no
more bites. but fy bites, and they all
get cross and scold at the fish like 20
many magpies. If any unwary club
dares show himself in the water they
poke at him with their poles much TO
his disgust. Finally they get mad all
over and throw their poles away, hunt
up the lunch baskets. climb up into the
woods, where they sit around on the
grass and caterpillars, nd eat enough Of
dried beef and rusk and hard boiled eggs
to give wood horse the nightmare: af-
ter which they compare notes about
their heaux until sundown. when they
90 home and plant envy in the heart OF
their muslin delaine friends by telling
what just a splendid time they had