Out of the Hurly-Burly; Or, Life in an Odd CornerClark, Charles Heber
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Out of the Hurly-Burly; Or, Life in an Odd Corner
Clark, Charles Heber
American fiction -- 19th century; Humorous stories
It required a great deal of patience, for the fish did not take the bait
with a remarkable degree of freedom. In fact, we only had a nibble or
two at first, and then even this manifestation of the presence of the
fish ceased. We were sitting with our backs to the shore, watching the
corks in front of us, when Bob suddenly uttered an exclamation. Upon
looking around, I found that we had drifted half a mile up stream and
out into the middle of the river, which is here nearly four miles wide.
The stone had dropped from the knot in the rope and released the boat.
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Then we rowed back to shore and landed for the purpose of obtaining
another stone. We could not find one, so we pulled out again; and
sticking one of the oars in the mud, we fastened the boat to that. Then
Bob had a bite. He pulled up, and dragged to the surface of the water a
crab, which instantly let go and sidled under the boat. Then we each
caught a small sunfish, and with this our enthusiasm began to revive.
Just then the oar came out of the mud, slipped through the loop in the
cable and floated off. The prospect of having to take the boat home with
one oar seemed so appalling that I hastily threw off my coat and shoes
and swam after the fugitive oar. Meantime, the boat floated off, and I
reached it and was hauled in by Bob just as I had made up my mind to
give up and go to the bottom.
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We then fastened the oar down again, and I held it with one hand and my
fishing-line with the other. Suddenly each of us had a splendid bite,
and we both pulled in vigorously. The fish seemed to struggle violently
all the way to the surface; but when the hooks came into view, we found
that our lines were entangled, and that neither of us had a fish. The
next time Bob attempted to take in his line his hook caught upon the
bottom; and when, in a fit of exasperation, he tried to jerk it loose,
the cord snapped and the hopes of the fisherman were blasted for that
day. Then, as Bob tipped the boat while he washed his hands, the
bait-box fell overboard, and so matters came to a definite conclusion,
and we determined to quit.
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When we started for home, the tide had turned, and we did not reach town
until dark. The man who owned the craft had just telegraphed to Delaware
City for the purpose of ascertaining if two suspicious men had landed
there and attempted to sell a boat. He compelled me to pay half a day's
hire extra for staying out so late, together with the cost of the
telegram.
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I consider it beneath me to notice the unnecessary violence of his
language or the insolence of his criticisms upon our skill as fishermen.
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