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Text for Page 129 [08-20-1861]

	Angling and Crawfishing.
around and the voice of a child and women
heard in the adjoining room.    Methinks I wish
I were William Tew, and that my wife�s name
were Hannah.          At 5 � P.M., we, that is
William Tew, the boys Willy and Arthur, and my-
self, go afishing in the creek; first catching bait
for our nets, in the shape of suckers, shiners, other
small fry and occasional bass, many of which
were good enough for breakfast next morning.)
The spot was a very lovely one, the tranquil water
reflecting the cool, drop-green trees on the opposite
bank, the evening beautifully calm and pleasant.
The fish bit well and after obtaining as many
as we required we baited or our circular nets, and
proceeding down (or up, the stream, set them, while
the moon clomb the heavens and night descended
on the peaceful earth.        I find my host is perfect-
ly alive to the beauties of such scenes, as men of
his nature, intrinsically in harmony with them,
commonly are.     The crawfish proved as hungry
as their recent live bait; we had reasonable suc-
cess in taking them.     Little bare-legged Arthur
went fast asleep on a huge log.     I, stepping incau-
tiously into an unseen hole, fell and sprained
that unlucky ancle, badly.      We got back to the
house about 10 �, cooked our crawfish and made
a hearty supper on them.                 I have included               
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