AN O'ER TRUE TALE. 



There is something truly marvelous in the ' moving adventures by 

 flood and field,' which form a part of the experience of ever}' angler and 

 sportsman, said Mr. Willard Everett, of Hood's Sarsaparilla fame. The 

 public seems to be skeptical, and these adventures, especially in angling, are 

 looked upon as fish stories. I will mention a little 

 incident which once occurred to me, when I was 

 fishing up in Vermont, where game and fish are 

 very plentiful. I was floating for deer, and shot at a 

 large buck, which stood in the edge of the lake, when 

 a monster trout sprang into the air between myself 

 and the deer, and the bullet passed through both. 

 The bullet went whizzing on, and as I was curious to 

 find where it finally struck, I diew the boat ashore 

 and discovered that the ball had entered a bee tree, 

 from which a stream of pure honey was flowing. 

 Closing the bullet hole with one finger, I reached 

 around with the other hand to find something to stop 

 the flow of honey. A cub bear, attracted by the scent of the honey, 

 was just approaching, and seized my hand, biting it quite savagely. In 

 my excitement I caught hold of the cub and threw it backward several 

 yards, breaking its neck and at the same time killing three partridges. 

 On returning to the boat and looking for the deer, I found that the buck 

 upon being shot had made one plunge forward into deeper water, and in 

 doing this had struck five large trout, which were impaled upon the points 

 of his antlers. Although I had started out for a hunting trip, it resulted 

 in making quite a successful fishing tour. 



A FIGHT BETWEEN BULLHEADvS. 



Most varieties of fish seem to be born fighters, with the nature of 

 cannibals, remarked Mr. Marcus Wight, of J. C. Ayer & Co., Lowell, 

 Mass. The most furious fight I ever observed between fish was on the 

 upper Mississippi. It was by two bullheads of large size. The water was 

 quite clear, and I could observe every movement plainly. Before each 

 attack the bullheads would rise to the surface and utter a peculiar bellow, 

 and then rush at each other with a savage fury, shaking their horns in a 

 manner similar to that of their bovine kindred on land. To me it mat- 

 tered little which of the bullheads won the battle, but I could not help a 

 feeling of sympathy for the vanquished fish, after seeing him thrust and 

 gored almost to death by the victor. The water was stained with blood 

 for some distance around, and the sound of the conflict could be heard 

 over the waters for many miles. 



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