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the reel end of the rod, however, knew 
her business, and played the fish until after 
a short fight we put him in the boat. Then 
I had one and then another. The Mrs. 
was keeping up her end too, and together 
we had 16 fish when they stopped biting. 
Not another one could we get. Lifting the 
anchor and taking the oars we again put 
out our spoons, and keeping in 6 or 8 feet 
RECREATION. 
of water we rowed clear around the lake. 
We took 6 fish in making the circuit. 
These made 21 in all, and we put back to 
camp, tired and hungry. A luncheon and a 
short rest made us all right, however, and 
we returned to town. We had had no rec- 
ord fishing, but the whole trip was a 
novelty and a pleasure. The fishing was 
an excuse for it. . 
CAPTAIN JOE MUFFRAU. 
H. W. BRADLEY. 
Wot’s dat you'll hask? Wot’s dat you'll 
say? 
Did I know Joe Muffrau? Well! a good 
many day. 
Ah know two Joe Muffrau. Wan of it is 
name Pete. 
Capitaine Joe Ah'll s’pose ees de wan you 
meet. - 
Ware he was born Ah don’t know, but 
respec’ 
Eet was hon Canadah, down behine Quebec; 
But she’s leeve hon dees State, sail de 
Lak’ ’Uron shore, 
Lak’ San Clair, Hanchor bay, down to 
Baltimore. 
REFRAIN, 
Joe Muffrau was de stronges’ man 
Dat hever was leeve hon Michigan. 
W’en she’s strike hon de air de bes’ he can 
De win’ off hees fis’ would kill a man. 
W’en we pass hon de lak’ de win’ bloaw 
from de heas’ 
Bimeby she bloaw more, wip de watter 
laike yeas’. 
We was load wit’ hooppole, tan bark an’ 
cord h’wood. 
We try to make Swan creek de bes’ wot we 
could. 
“T’row de h’ank!” Capitaine yell. 
got no cabil!” Ah say. 
“T’row he hout,’ said Muffrau; “She’ll do 
some good hanyway.” 
“She’s 
Mr. 
before my wife? 
Indignant 
Chauffeur—How was 
But she hain’ co some good. We was 
wreck on de shore. 
We'll walk h’out h’on de bank an’ pass 
Baltimore. 
Ah was sail hon de lak’ wit hole’ Capitaine 
Joe, 
Hon de hole’ Julie Plante, wen she’s wreck’ 
down below; 
Hup to hole’ Mackinac hon de hole’ Julie 
Plante, 
Capitaine Joe take hout, w’en somebody 
We sil clos de shore, we strike hon san’ 
De sieht OF was dark, we han’t see wan 
Cap Joe, he’ jump hout. Am’m tell dees 
He push, san bar an’ boat hout into de 
ai’ 
Hall dose odder skipper, dey’ll come to 
hask Joe, 
“Eas she goin’ for storm?” 
tink boaut she’s bloaw.” 
Cap Joe says, “Stay here, eets no use for 
stir,” 
Ah jus’ had a look hat my bar-om-e-ter. 
Joe was maken’t heemself molasses alc’hol, 
An’ some more kin’ of stuff ’e haint tell 
it hall. 
Wan ve ’e was dry, hees tongue was laike 
ur; 
"E’ll jus’ drink hit hall, hees bar-om-e-ter. 
“W’at you 
Newlywed—How dare you swear 
I to 
know your wife wanted to swear first ?— 
New Yorker. 
