CHARLES GUYON. 



GIGGING FISH IN WISCONSIN SHOOTING A PEER WITH 

 WOODEN PLUGS. 



THE little mining town of Potosi lies in the south- 

 west corner of Wisconsin. It ha* three streets 

 in the only possible places for streets; the three 

 narrow valleys which meet in the centre of the village 

 afford outlets for travel. Some two miles to the west 

 one valley leads to the Grant River, near its mouth, and 

 here a Mississippi steamer came for freight occasionally. 

 A stage came from Galena down another valley, and thus 

 Potosi was connected with the outside world. Here I 

 drifted in the spring, and found good fishing and shoot- 

 ing. My friend Loeser had gone a few miles further 

 north to Fennimore Grove, near Lancaster, where he 

 settled down into a farmer's life. 



Charles Guyon was one of the French-Canadian col- 

 ony which formed the largest portion of the village. 

 There was a settlement of Cornish miners in one of the 

 outskirts called British Hollow, but the two peoples 

 mixed very little except in the way of trade and in the 

 gambling rooms, which were then run wide open. 

 Charley was a strong young fellow about my age, and 

 he proposed that we should go jacking for fish some 

 night. 



"I don't know the first thing about jacking, Charley. 

 I'll go and try it. Tell me all about it." 



"Well, it's this way," said he (very few of the French- 

 Canadians spoke anything like a dialect). "We have a 

 jack light on one side of the bow and it hangs over the 



