t a minute for luck. He said he only
wanted to live just long enough to maul every rib out of the animal, and
if he was forgiven for interfering in somebody's else's business this
time he would try and lead a different life in the future.

They put a horse blanket around his wounds and led him home, and he has
given the boy five dollars to pound the horse an hour every morning for
the next thirty days. You can't make that man believe that a horse has
any intelligence.

RELIGION AND FISH.

Newspaper reports of the proceedings of the Sunday School Association
encamped on Lake Monona, at Madison, give about as many particulars
of big catches of fish as of sinners. The delegates divide their time
catching sinners on spoon-hooks and bringing pickerel to repentance.
Some of the good men hurry up their prayers, and while the "Amen"
is leaving their lips they snatch a fish-pole in one hand and a
baking-powder box full of angle worms in the other, and light out for
the Beautiful Beyond, where the rock bass turn up sideways, and the
wicked cease from troubling.

Discussions on how to bring up children in the way they should go are
broken into by a deacon with his nose peeled coming up the bank with a
string of perch in one hand, a broken fish-pole in the other, and a pair
of dropsical pantaloons dripping dirty water into his shoes.

It is said to be a beautiful sight to see a truly good man offering up
supplications from under a wide-brimmed fishing hat, and as he talks of
the worm that never, or hardly ever dies, red angle worms that have dug
out of the piece of paper in which they were rolled up are crawling out
of his vest pocket.

The good brothers compare notes of good places to do missionary work,
where sinners are so thick you can knock them down with a club, and then
they get boats and row to some place on the lake where a local liar has
told them the fish are just sitting around on their haunches waiting for
some one to throw in a hook.

This mixing religion with fishing for black bass and pickerel is a
good thing for religion, and not a bad thing for the fish. Let these
Christian statesmen get "mashed" on the sport of catching fish, and they
will have more charity for the poor man who, after working hard twelve
hours a day for six days, goes out on a lake Sunday and soaks a worm in
the water and appeases the appetite of a few of God's hungry pike, and
gets dinner for himself in the bargain. While arguing t