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OXFORD KENNELS, 
35 North Ninth St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
minnows that month; but later on, while in com¬ 
pany with his mate, he was lying alongside of 
some deadheads when the thing occurred. There 
was a splash in the water and the oddest look¬ 
ing creature he, or his mate, had ever seen be¬ 
gan to twirl by. This unlordly apparition took 
to diving, and swimming side-ways, and plump¬ 
ing up and down in the manner of a wounded 
fish. This was an artificial minnow. It was 
built with the eye of human experience. Some¬ 
one invested in scientific Observation knew that 
preying fish are naturally attracted to a minnow' 
or fish that has been wounded; and they will 
kill it instantly, not through humanitarian rea¬ 
sons, but for the fact that it tries to get away; 
it arouses in them the spirit of blood lust. Wis¬ 
dom felt just this pang of desire. At the time, 
his mate was lying concealed at the other end of 
a log. When the artificial minnow slipped by 
her, diving and quartering, plumping up and 
down, she rose like a bolt of lightning and 
struck it, hard and firm. A silk line was jerked 
taut, and Wisdom’s mate leaped far out of the 
transparent waters of beautiful Sand Lake, and 
like a bulldog shook her head to loosen three 
hooks that had completely fettered her; followed 
a pugnacious battle but it was of no use. Wis¬ 
dom’s demure wife never again returned to the 
waters of Sand Lake. 
Just what were Wisdom’s feelings none will 
know. But it served to impress itself upon his 
mind, inferior as it was, that artificial minnows 
were by. far the most deadly of the creatures of 
the deep. And still remembering his own ex¬ 
perience, in the actual hands of fishermen, so 
now was caution redoubled in him. But he 
seemed to feel that the mate would return. So 
he haunted the deadheads where she had left 
him, but day succeeding day and week succeeding 
week, still witnessing no return, finally he went 
upon his way, a widower of fins. This sudden 
leavetaking had a serious effect upon Wisdom. 
It took much of the vim and sprightliness out of 
him, and in the months 'before the sheeting over 
of the lake with a crystal blanket he had become 
glum and slow-moving. He may have sorrowed; 
he may have felt the depression and lack of 
comradeship that had hitherto been constant. 
Two seasons slid by and still Wisdom held his 
place among the inhabitants of Sand Lake. His 
body was now in perfect trim; 'beautiful, easy¬ 
going, accomplished; broad, and corpulent; with 
the wide jaws that told his kind. Upon the 
scales he would have gone six pounds, and six 
pounds in the history of bass weight is a tempt¬ 
ing figure. Each season Wisdom impregnated 
spawn fulfilling Nature’s set law, but never did 
he retain a mate after the spawning was com¬ 
pleted. When the season for reproduction ar¬ 
rived he would mate, would enact his part, and 
would then retire to the secluded nooks, going 
his way like the serene philosopher he was, and 
taking life much in the manner of one thor¬ 
oughly resigned to the inevitable. He was now 
as wise as they make fish. Experience had been 
a sharp teacher; he had learned. Many times he 
had seen those artificials but never did he rise 
for them. In these days of his mature age one 
of his most pleasing pastimes had been to catch 
frogs that were known to live at the water’s 
edge. With all the cautiousness innate in him he 
would stalk these frogs and with a rush would 
sometimes catch his equally sly victim. 
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These frogs had been provided by a coating of 
scum upon their backs, of such a nature that 
one might look as much as he willed and yet, un¬ 
less they squirmed or moved, so perfectly were 
they colored to match their surroundings, one 
could not perceive them. Yet the eyes of the 
depredating fish caught every suspicious move¬ 
ment and beware the moment they stirred. 
Wisdom grew so fond of the frog killing pas¬ 
time that it became one of his daily feats. And 
therein was contained the beginning and end of 
his reign. 
One day he was idly fanning about in the bay, 
and was at the moment close in on the shallows. 
Some moments before he had risen high for an 
insect and had fallen to water with a splash. 
Having mouthed and swallowed the insect he lay 
idle there for a long time. Now happened a 
thing that stirred him to the heart. No noise 
had he heard around him. Of that he was sure. 
Therefore he was far from being prepared for 
what was to happen. 
There fell in the water some Object. The wa¬ 
ter stilled. Much to his profound amazement he 
found it to be a frog, and it was not coated over 
with the brown, slimy scum at that, but it was a 
perfectly green frog, with a white belly and it 
was more than ever alive. 
He did not note, in that moment oif bewilder¬ 
ment. that one of the legs had upon it a hook. 
No; no! The frog started to swim, pushing 
with its free leg. Wisdom thought it was time 
to prevent any such thoughtful endeavors. 
Therefore he promptly swallowed the frog and 
also made very, very sure that he swallowed the 
hook, so the next moment— 
Somewhere far away in a city, in a certain 
aristocratic home, in a certain angler’s den there 
hung a certain six pound large-mouth, varnished 
bass upon a varnished panel, the final word in 
the art of taxidermy; and he had his jaws wide 
open, and his eyes had the glint of warfare in 
them; and stretched from the corner of the 
mouth was a line, and at the line’s termination 
was a certain hook—a very sharp hook! 
A man entered the den, bit the end off of a 
cigar, lit it thoughtfully, the while he surveyed 
the bass upon the panel. Another man entered 
and paused with a smile, havng witnessed the 
other’s silent appraisal. 
“Live bait, George,” he said, smiling wider 
than ever. Live bait; Sand Lake; unsportsman¬ 
like system; sunk your bait; did not troll it; 
hooked your frog in the leg. George —by the 
way, how did you say you caught that bass when 
you wrote it up for that sporting magazine prize 
contest?” 
“Shut up, idiot,” replied George, testily. “You 
know I caught him wth a fly-rod, upon the 
Grizzly King lead-fly. Beautiful specimen isn’t 
he? He must have been wise in his day to have 
escaped baits so long—I wonder !* 
