Tragic Fishing Moments 



didn't know this, an' was about to grab somethin' 

 to eat, it all looked so durn good. Jest as I was de- 

 batin' on whether I would eat fish, chicken or beef 

 first, I hes'tated long enough to give Mr. Jones the 

 floor, as 'twere. Some good angel saved me from 

 making a heathen out o' myself, ' s'pose. 



Next day it happened, an' golly, I approach the sor- 

 rerful happening with fear an' treppidation. We got 

 a early mornin' start in Jones' machine, which was to 

 carry us as far as possible, an' dove into the deep woods 

 an* other wild places on the way to Lake Childs 

 which was as fur as we could go to'ard Grassy in a 

 macheen. Soon after gittin' in sight o' Childs we 

 stopped on the top of a high hill an' looked over some 

 country as beautiful as enny I ever see afore. Childs 

 is a sheet of water that starts here an' goes yonder, 

 I'd say. The company is settin' out fruit trees here an' 

 they seem to stretch away out fer miles. They is a 

 commissary an* boardin' house fer the hands, little 

 office an' that's all. After gittin' our traps together 

 we started over the top of another hill and then slanted 

 down to'ards Grass Lake. 



Now that we're here I feel like hidin' behin' a tree, 

 or crawlin' down to the water's aidge. I must say that 

 I went onto that there lake like a lam to the slaughter. 

 We got two skiffs from a feller named Kelsey, who has 

 a grove an* farm right near the water. Albert an' me 

 gits in one boat an* Jack an' Kelsey gits in t'other one. 



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