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The Tippecanoe River—Down Stream From Camp Ewin. 
tank that morning, I had put into my 
bucket a nice plump six-inch red-finned 
chub, and this same something decided 
me to put on this chub, and once more 
send in my card to his majesty. So 
quietly and carefully placing my boat 
fifty or sixty feet out from and a little 
above the roots. I sent the tempting 
chub on its mission, letting it gently 
strike the water a foot or eighteen 
inches up stream from the portals of 
the palace. A-ha! home at last; the 
weariness and disappointments of the 
other days I have recalled—did they run 
into months?—are gone to the four 
winds. A mighty swish, a heavy tug, 
an ominous grating of the line among 
the roots, and the fight is on. I was 
satisfied, from the manner in which he 
took my minnow, that I could have 
hooked him the instant he struck, but 
knowing his home so well, I decided 
not to fight him in the roots, and began 
to coax him out into clear water. After 
considerable persuasion, gently applied, 
he came out on the run, and headed 
down and across the channel. I then 
sent the Pennel-eyed Limerick home, 
and then what a grand leap! a mighty 
shaking of the head, a mad rush for the 
cover of his home, but no! thou brave 
and haughty warrior, with thy regal 
beauty and thy armor of silver and gold 
sparkling in the eastern sun, thou wilt 
tread thy ancestral halls no more for- 
ever, thy throne and thy kingdom have 
departed; another, and we trust a 
greater than thou will occupy thy palace 
