must have fastened thereon a metallic tag bearing the name and residence of the owner thereof. nor shall such nets be used in any streams inhabited by trout, at any time of the year. from the first day of June to the thirtieth day of June inclusive. Section 4 of the Act of May 1, 1909, P.L.
#Noone likes an angry giant. full
And when its tail is weighted fast up-stream and its rapacious jaws yawn at its full length below, few are the fish that pass it safely by nor does any that enters, small or great, return.Ī fish’s inferno at all seasons, there are times and places when and where the law of Pennsylvania also holds the fyke abhorrent. At intervals the body is distended by slender hoops, each with a deadly mouth of its own. And then, the fyke!Ī fyke is a thing invented when the god of the fishes was sleeping. In the clear water of the concrete horse-trough, near by, other catfish, rescued in extremis by some sympathetic trooper, raced hither and yon with fully restored energy. In the old basket lay other suckers, which would never move again. In the battered tin pail gasped a dark and slippery mass of suckers and catfish, disturbed occasionally by spasmodic motion. And, finally, there was a brand-new and wholly anonymous fyke. There was a small, sharp-pronged iron trident, with a long handle made of fresh-cut hickory sapling still wearing its bark. But the turf around the bed had suddenly developed a crop related to roses in no sense at all. Out in front of the barracks, in the midst of the grassplot, blooms a bed of roses. ‘Sleep!’ scoffed he, ‘why, sleep’s for breakfast! “Sleep for your breakfast, walk for your dinner, and you ’re a very poor soldier if you can’t go to bed supperless.”That’s what my old grandmother used to tell me - sister and daughter and mother of soldiers, and a sensible woman anyway.
‘Did you sleep well?’ I asked, by way of being preposterous. Cold water and soap and a fundamental grooming gleamed from every inch of his body.
A sunrise grin illumined his face, and his heels eased rhythmically up from the plane as though his toes had springs in them. THE lieutenant stood out on the barrack-steps, in the shining dew of the morning.
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