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Image from page 81 of "The trial to the woods" (1907)

Identifier: cu31924002907784

Title: The trial to the woods

Year: 1907 (1900s)

Authors: Hawkes, Clarence, 1869-

Subjects: Animals

Publisher: New York, Cincinnati [etc.] American Book Company

Contributing Library: Cornell University Library

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inst the great post that held the rail-ing. It was a rather doubtful perch, but quite safeif one kept his head and was not disturbed by out-siders. I well remember a hair-raising experience .1 hadon that same perch one morning while fishing. Iwas wholly employed with angling and did not no-tice the approach of Uncle Rastus Billings, who wasquite a joker in his way. Suddenly in some unaccountable manner I slippedfrom my perch and started for a headlong plungeinto the brook. But midway in air I was arrestedby a violent jerk on my coat, and drawn back tothe bridge again. With my heart in my mouth Ilooked over my shoulder into the grinning face ofUncle Rastus. Hello! he cried, shaking with laughter, If Ihadnt caught you, you would have gone in thattime, sure. He had pushed me off the end of the plank and at 76 the same time held on to my coat, drawing me back,dangling and kicking like a frog. This morning when he should have been plantingcorn, Tow-Head was perched on the end of the plank,

 

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Tow-Head dangling a fish line in the brook. The sound of therunning water and the soft sighing of the wind madeTow-Head sleepy. He was always sleepy, in fact,but this morning particularly so. So he tied hisfish line to his big toe, and leaned back against the 77 post and dozed, and the brook sang him tosleep. There is something peculiar in the Hves of gameand fish, something quite unaccountable. A foxwill live for years, avoiding the most intricate trapsand snares, displaying an ingenuity and cunningthat would seem almost incredible to anyone but awoodsman, — to die at last at the hands of a mereboy, or to put his paw deliberately into some trapthat he has avoided a hundred times before. In thesame way a great fish will avoid every allurementof the most scientific fisherman, and finally succumbto a boy with only a six-foot line and a piece ofsalt pork on the hook. Whether they tire of thegame that they have so long played and walk delib-erately into the snare, or whether it is a fit

 

 

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