Mr. Bass
is layin' in thim bass weeds right out there, foreninst the pie-
plant bed, and the bait strikes the water at the idge, see! and
`snap,' he takes it and sails off slow, to swally it at leisure.
Here's where I don't pull a morsel. Jist let him rin and swally,
and whin me line is well out and he has me bait all digistid,
`yank,' I give him the round-up, and ~thin, the fun begins. He leps
clear of the water and I see he's tin pound. If he rins from me, I
give him rope, and if he rins to, I dig in, workin' me little
machane for dear life to take up the thrid before it slacks. Whin
he sees me, he makes a dash back, and I just got to relase me line
and let him go, because he'd bust this little silk thrid all to
thunder if I tried to force him onpleasant to his intintions, and
so we kape it up until he's plum wore out and comes a promenadin'
up to me boat, bank I mane, and I scoops him in, and that's sport,
Mary! That's ~man's fishin'! Now watch! He's in thim bass weeds
before the pie-plant, like I said, and I'm here on the bank, and I
~think he's there, so I give me little jinted rod a whip and a
swing----"
Jimmy gave the rod a whip and a swing. The sinker shot in air,
struck the limb of an apple tree and wound a dozen times around it.
Jimmy said things and Mary giggled. She also noticed that Dannie
had stopped work and was standing in the barn door watching
intently. Jimmy climbed the tree, unwound the line and tried again.
"I didn't notice that domn apple limb stickin' out there," he
said.
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