264 John Bachmaa. 



ing. The sky was over-clouded — a perfect day in 

 the eyes of a fisherman. When he reached the 

 stream and opened his basket, his line was there, 

 but, by an annoying oversight, there was no hook 

 attached to it. He returned to the house, thinking 

 that he could easily find a hook. Alas ! the search 

 was vain. Here was a dilemma. He asked for a knit- 

 ting-needle, bent and formed the wire into a clumsy 

 but strong hook. Returning to the fishing ground, 

 he threw out his line, and the bait was swallowed 

 by a large Sheep's-head. As he drew him in and 

 examined him, he could scarcely believe his own 

 eyes — in the moutli of the Sheep's-head was a hook — 

 the large fish must have broken the line of the 

 angler who had previously endeavored to capture 

 him. 



With joy and care, he drew out the hook and 

 substituted it for liis own clunis}^ manufacture. 

 AYith this newly-found hook he caught a large num- 

 ber of fish, and returned to the liouse to relate to 

 the good house-wife his success, and to present the 

 fruit of his morning's adventure. 



The late Dr. T. O. Summers gives the followijig: 



"The Doctor told me that he one day killed (/ 

 (/lant — not a man, but a whale. It was in this wise : 

 He had embarked off the Delaware in a vessel bound 

 to Europe. While the crew were ashore, he saw the 

 spouting of a whale within rifle shot. Having a 

 rifle at hand, he shot at the monster, whose blood 

 tinged the waters — that was all he saw. Shortly 



