A OOI^rGER STORY. 



BY EDWIN WAUGH.* 



GUESS thou'Il not remember thi uncle Jonas ?" 

 "Well ; I can just remember him, Robert ; 

 but it's as mich as th' bargain." 

 " I dar say. . . . Him an' me wur particular 

 friends. We had a rare do together i'th' Isle o' Man 

 once, twenty year sin. There wur thi Uncle Jonas, an' 

 me, an' Jone o' Simeon's, th' bazzoon-player. Jone had 

 a wood leg, shod wi' iron. We o' set off together to th' 

 Isle o' Man ; an', when we geet theer, we went straight 

 across to a place co'ed Port Erin, at th' west end o' th' 

 islan' ; where there wur very good fishin ; an' it's a 

 terrible place for conger eel, an' o' sorts o' big fish. 

 Well ; one day we took a boat, an' a boatman, an' we 

 went out a-fishin' i'th' bay, — wi' strong lines, an' great 

 hooks, ready for aught that coom. An' while we sat 

 theer, danglin' th' lines o'er th' edge o'th boat, thi uncle 

 Jonas began a-jokin Jone about his wood leg. 'Jone,' he 

 said, 'if this boat happens to upset thou'Il float lunger 



* Mr. Waiigh, though not a member of the Anglers' Association, was 

 kind enough to send the above humorous sketch before publication, to be 

 read at one of the " Evenings," and has further increased the indebtedness 

 of the Anglers to him, by allowing them to add it to the present volume. 



