That Soul Harrerrin' Happenin' 



was a big fat feller, named 'Doc,' an' right here he 

 leaves the narrytive, fer he don't fish on days they is 

 church, even if he does have to go over to a place 

 called " Hen Scratch " to worship. 



Now we all bin interduced we purceed, as the feller 

 sez when a new man set in the game. First day we 

 fished Lake Stearns, an' didn't git more'n enuff to feed 

 the crowd fer dinner, which was considdably aug- 

 mented long 'bout noon. Had a good time, howsom- 

 ever, with a dandy lot of eats. Met a feller named 

 Knight, from Tampa, here. He's a good feller but I 

 don't ker fer his style o' fishin', which is " skitterin'." 

 Feller named Brown caught up to us about dinner time. 

 He spent a lot o' time tryin' to ketch perch outside 

 that I can't say much ag'in Brown. Lake Stearns is 

 crescent-shaped an' is big an' purty, 'speshally when ye 

 look at it from the hundreds of acres of young groves 

 on the hills that surround it. 



That night I stayed at the Jones home, an' Mrs. 

 Jones is my idee of a reg'lar woman. Also fren' 

 " Jack " loomed up big in the way o' hospitality. 

 Albert had some sort of a durn mixtry made outa aigs 

 an' somethin' else that near paralyzed my tongue as 

 well as my castin' arm. I'll say this drink enables you 

 to make roads where they aint, so mebbe it has its 

 virtues. When I first set down to the Jones table I 

 near made a turrible mistake. Ye see, Mr. Jones allus 

 says grace afore startin' in on the vittles. Course I 



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