dip in the earth, we raced down it as fast as we could go. We presently came to the creek which was running merrily along, in this place free from trees, except occasional willows. Bill and King commenced to look carefully along the bank for fish, while I made fun of them, sang or whistled as I felt. Thus we went along for a mile or so, following the winding creek past the Goshen Road, under willows, ghostly sycamores and buttonwood trees, and beeches; the stream as we went further, was lined with forest on both sides, No matter how serious the two “snoodlers” became they caught no fish, altho I excited them every once in while by shouting out that I had seen a whale.
     Along the winding stream we wandered, on and on, passed a road, and finally to where a tree had fallen in the creek; here the trouble started, or rather was started by King. He crawled out on the log and cast in his snoodle - what he expected to catch in such a manner I don’t know; maybe a sword-fish or a dolphin and promptly caught the hook on a snag. That was not such an awful crime in itself - altho anyone that