“Fifty years ago, when I fust come ’ere,” he said, “this country was sumpen to live in. There was some o’ the Injuns ’ere, but they didn’t never bother nobody. Thar was lots o’ game, an’ things ’round ’ere was pretty wild.”
“How did you happen to come here, John?” I asked.
“I come from down East on the Erie Canal, an’ I traveled out ’ere to see some land a feller was tryin’ to sell that ’e showed me on some maps ’e had. He said it was pretty wet, but it had thousands o’ huckleberry bushes on it, an’ the berries grew so thick the bushes all bent6 over with ’em.
“I didn’t ’ave much money, an’ I didn’t expect to pay much out, but I thought I’d come out an’ take a look at it. I didn’t see no huckleberries, but it was wet sure ’nough. If I’d ’a’ gone on it I’d ’a’ had to gone in a boat an’ feel fer the land with a pole, an’ if I’d wanted to live on it, I’d ’a’ had to growed some fins7. It was a good thing fer that feller that he didn’t git that thar land onto me afore I’d seen it.{117}
“After I’d bin8 ’round ’ere fer a while, I built a cabin over on the river, five miles back o’ here. I got some slabs9 from the lumber10 comp’ny that was skinnin’ out the pine an’ robbin’ the guvament, an’ put up a good house. I stayed thar ’bout ten years, I guess.
“One night somebody knocked at the door. I opened it, an’ that stood three fellers. I asked ’em in, an’ we smoked an’ talked fer awhile, an’ I cooked ’em some pork. I had about fifty pounds outside in a bar’l, with a cover an’ a stone on it.
“In the mornin’ them fellers wanted to go fishin’. We went up the river a ways, an’ chopped some holes in the ice, an’ caught a lot o’ pick’rel. We took ’em to the cabin an’ put ’em on the roof to keep ’em away from the varmints. In the mornin’ I got up, an’ all that pork an’ them fish was gone, an’ so was them fellers. It’s bin forty years that I’ve bin watchin’ now, an’ I haint never seen them fellers since.”
John then relapsed into a reflective silence, and shifted his quid of “natural leaf,” that was filtering down through his unkempt whiskers. “Them fellers” were preying11 on his vindictive12 mind.{118}
“What do you do with them pitchers13 you make?” he asked.
“I just make them for fun.”
“I don’t see no fun makin’ them things. That was a feller along ’ere in the spring that used to set under an umbreller, when it wasn’t rainin’. He painted a pitcher14 o’ me, an’ then took it away with ’im. It had a lot o’ paint on it, an’ it was all rough. I don’t think ’e amounted to much.”
“Did it look like you, John?”
“I s’pose it did to him; ’e carried it off.”
John knew most of the outcasts along the beach for many miles. He occasionally visited some of them, particularly Sipes, to obtain extra supplies of fish, with an old gray horse and a dilapidated buggy frame—both of which were also rheumatic. On the wheels back of the seat he had mounted a big covered box for the fish, which he peddled15 over into the back country. Some of the fish were very dead, and the whole box was replete17 with mystery and suspicion.
“After the second day,” he said, “I sometimes give ’way them I haint sold.” Even at this price, some of them were probably quite expensive.{119}
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THE LITTLE SMOKE HOUSE
Snuggled up against the bluff18, near the shanty19 he lived in, was an odd-looking little structure that John used for a smoke-house. When his fish became a little too passé to permit of ready sales, or, as he expressed it, “too soft,” he smoked them. Thus disguised, they were again ready for the channels of commerce.
He generally included some smoked fish in his{120} load when he started out, and usually it was not their first trip.
While his thrift20 was commendable21, it was always best to let the output of that little smokehouse severely22 alone, for its roof, like charity, covered a multitude of sins.
Sipes declared that he always knew when the old man “was gittin’ ready to smoke fish, if the wind was right.”
His nickname had been acquired because of the yellow slimy things which he procured23 from the sluggish24 river, when the storms prevented supplies from the lake. A prodigious25 haul of catfish was made from the river one spring by a settler, who turned the catch over to John to peddle16 on shares.
“I loaded up them fish, an’ I peddled ’em clear to the Indianny line. I was gone a week, an’ I sold ’em all. When I got back that feller said ’e hadn’t never seen no fish peddled like them was.”
I tried to get him to talk about some of the characters he had met in his travels, but he said he “didn’t never ask no questions of nobody.” Then, after a long silence, he remarked, reflectively, “I{121} guess them fellers that stole the pork prob’ly left the country.”
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JOHN’S METHOD OF TAKING A BATH
Catfish John apparently26 relied on the heavenly rains, when he got caught in them, to keep him clean, and on the golden sunshine that followed them to remove the traces of these involuntary and infrequent ablutions.
I doubt if he suspected the existence of soap.{122} Such cleanliness as he possessed27 must have been in his heart, for it was invisible.
I once asked John to allow me to spend a day with him on one of his peddling28 trips to the village, and he cheerfully consented.
“I don’t git lonesome, but it ’ud be nice to have somebody ’long,” he said.
I was to meet him at five o’clock the following morning at Sipes’s place. I inwardly rebelled at the unseemly hour, but those who would derive29 the full measure of enjoyment30 with Catfish John must not be particular about hours.
I rowed along the shore, and was at the trysting place promptly31. Fortunately I had a slight cold, and was thereby32 better enabled to resist some of the odors that I was likely to encounter during the day.
Sipes was dumfounded when I explained the object of the early visit.
“You cert’nly must be lookin’ fer trouble,” he declared; “if ye want to spend a day like that, why don’t ye go over an’ set quiet ’round ’is smokehouse, instid o’ bein’ bumped along on ’is honey cart all day?{123}”
The air was still, and the low, gentle swells33 out on the water were opalescent34 in the early morning light. Sipes had just returned from a visit to his set-lines and gill-nets, over a mile away in the lake. He had started about two o’clock, and his boat on the beach contained the slimy merchandise which we were to convert into what Sipes called “cash-money” during the day.
We went down to the shore to inspect the catch. Numerous flopping35 tails and other unavailing protests against uncongenial environment were evident in the boat. There were fifteen or twenty Whitefish, about a dozen carp, several suckers, and a lot of good-sized perch36, which had been found in the gill-nets. The set-lines had yielded two sturgeon, one weighing about thirty-five pounds and the other over fifty. These two finny victims dominated the boat.
“I swatted ’em when I took ’em in, but they seem to be gittin’ gay agin,” remarked Sipes, as he reached for an old axe37 handle lying near the bow. The struggling fish soon became quiet.
“There comes yer old college friend,” he said, as he glanced up the beach. The rheumatic horse{124} was patiently pulling the odd vehicle along the shore, near the water line where the sand was firm, partially38 concealing39 the bent figure with the faded slouch hat on the seat behind him.
“I’d know that ol’ hat if I seen it at the South Pole,” said Sipes. “It turns up in front an’ flops40 down behind. It’s got some little holes in the top, through which some wind blows when ’e’s wearin’ it. He’s ’ad it ever since I come on the beach, an’ that wasn’t yisterd’y, neither, an’ they ain’t no other lid that ’ud look right on John, an’ they ain’t nobody else that ’ud wear it fer a minute. He needn’t never be ’fraid that anybody’s goin’ to swipe it, ’specially ’round ’ere.”
After the conventional greetings, flavored with much bantering41 and playful innuendoes42 by Sipes concerning the disreputable society which some nice fresh fish were about to get into, the two worthies43 weighed the catch, in installments44, on some steelyards with a tin pan attachment45, which were kept in the shanty. Sipes made a memorandum46 with a stubby pencil on the inside of the door, where his accounts were kept. “I got so dam’ many things to think of that I can’t keep track of {125}’em ’less I jot47 ’em down,” he remarked, as he slowly and laboriously48 inscribed49 some figures on the rough board.
John had a few fish in his box that he had found in his own nets that morning, and a few more that Sipes said “didn’t look recent” and “must ’ave bin caught some time previous.”
The fish that Sipes had brought in were turned over to John on a consignment50 basis. It was their custom to divide the proceeds equally. Sipes considered that old John was “pufectly honest about everythin’ but cash-money an’ fish.” He therefore kept “strict ’count o’ wot goes out an’ wot comes back.” The inside of the door was covered with a maze51 of hieroglyphics52, the complicated records of previous transactions.
“If I wasn’t strictly53 honest at all times,” said Sipes, confidentially54, while John was out of hearing, “I’d slip some hunks o’ lead that I use fer sinkers on the set-lines down the gullets o’ them sturgeon. I can git lead fer six cents a pound an’ sturgeon is worth twenty. If anybody found the hunks they’d think they’d bin eat offen the lines, but of course I wouldn’t do nothin’ like that; an{126}’ besides, them big fish has to be dressed ’fore they’re weighed, an’ they ’ave to be cut in chunks55 fer small sales. A sturgeon that only weighs about six or seven pounds an’ don’t ’ave to be cut open ’fore ’e’s sold, can swallow a couple o’ sinkers without hurtin’ ’is digestion56 any.”
After all necessary details had been attended to, we climbed into the seat and started. Sipes winked58 at me impressively, and his last words were, “Don’t you fellers take in no bad money.”
He had several ways of opening and closing his single eye, which were very different from winking59 it naturally. He would wink57 with the whole side of his face, thereby conveying various subtle meanings which words could not express.
As we departed, the old man, with a final wave of his hand, disappeared into his shanty to prepare his breakfast. John had brought him a few fresh eggs, and Sipes hoped that “they wouldn’t hatch ’fore they got to the kittle.”
The poor old horse had rather a hard time pulling the additional burden through the sand. This interesting animal was quite a character. He was somewhere in the early twenties, and his name was{127} “Napoleon.” John had bought him from a farmer for ten dollars. The horse was sick and not expected to live, but it transpired60 that what he really needed was a long rest. This he was in a fair way of getting when John came to look at him.
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Napoleon
The old fisherman built a little shanty for him, put a lot of dead leaves and straw into it, fed him well, and in the course of a few weeks the patient began to evince an interest in his surroundings. “Doc” Looney came over to see him and volun{128}teered to prescribe, but John refused to permit Doc to give anything but an opinion. Sipes claimed that John had thereby greatly safeguarded the original investment.
“If Doc wouldn’t give patients nothin’ but opinions, most of ’em would pull through, but ’is opinions’ll make me sick even when I’m well,” Sipes declared.
Napoleon was finally able to get into the harness that was constructed for him out of various straps61 and odds62 and ends of other harnesses that John had picked up around the country. Several pieces of rope and frayed63 clothes-line were also utilized64, and when it was all assembled it was quite an effective harness.
The convalescent was taken only on short trips at first, but he gradually became stronger, and, with the exception of a limp in his left foreleg, he got along very well. His speed was not great. He walked most of the time, but occasionally broke into a peculiar65 trot66 that was not quite as fast as his walk. His trotting67 was mostly up and down. Like many people, whom we all know, he was inclined to mistake motion for progress. He was{129} more successful when he recognized his limitations, and adhered strictly to the method of locomotion68 to which he was naturally adapted.
His intelligence might be called selective. He understood “Whoa!” perfectly, and obeyed it instantly, but “Giddap!” was not quite so clear to him. He could not talk about his rheumatic leg, and thus suffered from one great disadvantage that made him more agreeable to those around him.
I asked John how the horse happened to be called Napoleon, but he did not know. He was equally ignorant concerning the animal’s eminent69 blood-stained namesake. He thought he “was some fightin’ feller in Europe,” but did not know “which side ’e was on.”
The world execrates70 its petty criminals, and immortalizes its great malefactors. As Napoleon, for selfish ends, caused the destruction of countless71 lives, instead of one, his glory should reach even unto Catfish John.
If the poor little horse had been called “Rembrandt” or “Shakespeare,” the name would have been just as heavy for him to bear, but it would suggest good instead of evil to enlightened minds.{130} He was, however, oblivious72 to all these things, and went on his humble73 way, thinking probably only of his oats and the queer smells that emanated75 from the fish-box.
We proceeded about half a mile along the shore, and took the road that led through the sand hills into the back country. When we got to the marshy76 strip, we bumped along over the corduroy for quite a distance, but the road became better when we got to higher ground. As soon as we arrived on firm soil, Napoleon stopped. A fat man with a green basket was advancing hurriedly along the edge of the thin timber, about a quarter of a mile away, and the horse probably surmised77 that his coming was in some way connected with a rest.
The fat man was a picturesque78 figure, and we watched his progress with interest. His embonpoint was rendered more conspicuous79 by the legs of his breeches, which were about twice as large and not as long as appeared to be necessary. The wide ends flapped to and fro about nine inches above his feet as he ambled80 along. The garment was ridiculous simply because it did not happen{131} to be “in style” at the time. A faint and mysterious whisper from the unknown gods who dictate81 the absurdities82 in human attire83 would immediately invest its masses and contours with elegance84 and propriety85, and those we now wear would appear as outrageous86, artistically87, as they really are. The freaks of vanity are the mockeries of art.
“Them are high-water pants all right, an’ some day I’m goin’ to have some like ’em,” remarked John.
It might be suggested that “trousers” are breeches which are in style, and “pants” are those which are not. Gentlemen wear trousers and “gents” wear “pants.”
“That ol’ feller lives in that brown house over in the clearin’ yonder,” said John. “His name is Dan’l Smith. He’s got two sons, an’ them an’ ’is wife do all the work now, an’ ’e’s got fat settin’ ’round an’ eatin’ everythin’ in sight. He trots88 over ’ere when ’e sees me comin’ an’ gits fish. He’s partic’lar ’bout ’em bein’ fresh, an’ ’e likes to git ’em when I first start out. He’s a good customer, but ’e owes me a lot o’ money. He says ’e’s got{132} some money comin’ from a patent he’s inventin’, an’ I’ll have to wait awhile. This patent’s to keep flies offen cows when they’re bein’ milked, but I ain’t never seen it work. He drawed it all out on some paper oncet, to show me, but I don’t know nothin’ ’bout patents, an’ I couldn’t see just how it went. It’s some kind o’ thing with little oars89 on it that ’e winds up an’ fastens on ’em, an’ then it goes ’round an’ ’round. The little oars are all sticky with some goo ’e puts on ’em, an’ the flies that don’t go ’way, when the little oars come ’round, git stuck on ’em, an’ can’t git off. The contraption’s got some guide sticks on behind, an’ when the cows switch their tails, they have to switch ’em back’ards an’ forrads, instid o’ sideways. There’s some parts of it that ’e’s keepin’ secret, so’s none o’ them fellers down to the store’ll git the patent fust.”
“Good mornin’, Dan’l!” said John cheerily, as the fat man came up, much out of breath; “did ye have a hard time gittin’ through?”
“I got through all right, but it’s a good ways over ’ere from the house, an’ I ain’t as frisky90 as I was oncet, an’ I’m ’fraid I’m gittin’ a little rheu{133}maticks in my legs. Wotcher got in th’ box to-day?”
Old John patiently sorted over the fish for inspection91. The fat man selected four, which he carefully put in his green basket, and covered with leaves. He then waddled92 away with them and we drove on.
“I don’t never keep no ’counts,” said John, “but Dan’l’s got all them fish marked down som’ers, that ’e’s got from me, an’ keeps track of ’em. When ’e gits ’is money fer ’is patent ’e’s goin’ to fix it all up. Sipes says we can git slews93 o’ them kind o’ customers, an’ ’e wants me to quit givin’ ’im fish er else feed ’im on smoked ones fer awhile. He says if we try to fat up all the fellers we meet on the road, the fish’ll all be gone out o’ the lake ’fore we’re through, an’ ’e don’t want to be in on it.”
While Napoleon and I may have regarded the fat man and the green basket with some suspicion, John’s faith seemed secure.
We approached a weather-beaten house standing94 near the road. A middle-aged95 woman in a gingham dress and brown shawl stood near the{134} fence. The nondescript rig had been seen coming. Travelers on the road in the back country are so rare that a passing vehicle is an event; it is always observed, and its mission thoroughly96 understood, if possible. In no case during the day were we compelled to announce our arrival.
“Got any live ones this mornin’, John?” she asked.
“Anythin’ ye like,” he replied, as he raised the lid of the box. A bargain was soon struck, and actual commerce had commenced. John put eighteen cents into a big, greasy97, leather pouch98, the opening of which was gathered with an old shoestring99. He carried it in his side pocket.
He then gave the lines a shake, said “Giddap!” to Napoleon, and we moved slowly on.
“That thar woman,” said he, “has bin married to two fellers. The fust feller died right away, an’ the last one skipped off som’eres an’ never come back. She’s got that little place an’ ’er father’s livin’ thar with ’er. He’s got money in the bank som’eres. He didn’t like neither o’ them husbands, an’ now they’re gone’ e’s’ livin’ ’ere. She’s a nice woman, but she made it hot fer them{135} fellers, an’ if she’ll quit gittin’ married she’ll be all right. That house we’re comin’ to now b’longs to ol’ Jedge Blossom. He’s a slick one. I had some trouble with some fellers oncet, an’ went to the Jedge’s house to have ’im haul ’em into court over to the county seat. We got beat in the case an’ them fellers got discharged by the court, but the Jedge said I owed ’im ten dollars. I didn’t have no ten dollars to spare, but I told ’im I’d leave ’im a fish whenever I went by, so I must drop one off when we git thar.”
We stopped in front of the house. The old man reached back into the box and pulled the slippery inmates100 over until he got hold of two that were near the bottom. When they came up they did not look quite as attractive as those I had seen in the boat. He climbed slowly and painfully down and carried them around to the back door. On his return he remarked that “them fish ain’t so awful good, but they’re a dam’ sight better’n some o’ the law that ol’ bunch o’ whiskers ladled out fer me over to the county seat. I never see ’im ’cept at the store when I go thar. The Jedge’s got a turrible thirst, an’ most always ’e’s soused. I{136} gen’rally take the fish ’round an’ give ’em to the housekeeper101, er else leave ’em near the pump.”
With another “Giddap!” we continued our journey.
About a quarter of a mile farther on we met a little cross-eyed man with stubby whiskers, carrying a big stiff satchel102 covered with shiny black oilcloth. It did not seem very heavy. He swung it lightly back and forth103 as he walked. He stopped and asked if we could direct him to “Sam Peters’s place.” He explained that Peters was a relative of his and that he had come to visit him. John told him that he had passed the cross road that led to his destination, and offered to give him a ride back to it, if he would sit up on the fish-box. The traveler gratefully accepted the invitation. When we came to the corner where the cross-eyed man was to leave us, he said that he “would like to buy a couple o’ fish, an’ take ’em over to Peters fer a present.”
Evidently he desired in this way to repay John for his ride; and thirty cents dropped into the capacious maw of the greasy pouch.
The fish were wrapped up in a piece of news{137}paper, and the cross-eyed man cautiously opened the satchel on the ground to insert the package. To our great astonishment104 a large maltese cat jumped out, ran a few yards, stopped, and gazed back at us with a scared look.
The cross-eyed man was much excited, but finally succeeded in capturing the animal. He then explained that it belonged to his mother-in-law. It “yowled so much nights” that after trying various other expedients105, he concluded to carry it away and give it to Peters, who had once told him that he was fond of cats. He had got off at the railroad station, about six miles away, and had walked the rest of the way.
The cat and the package were soon safely enclosed and he started off down the road.
“That cat’ll prob’ly eat them fish up on the way to Peters’ place,” said John, “but it’s my business to sell ’em an’ not to say what’s done with ’em afterwards.”
The cross-eyed man must also have had misgivings106 as to the security of the fish, for we saw him stop in the distance, and open the satchel, probably{138} with a view of separating the contents while it was still possible.
“I ain’t goin’ to stop at the next place,” said John. “When I drive in thar the feller always comes out an’ jaws107 about half an hour, an’ then sometimes don’t buy nothin’. When I go on by, if ’e wants a fish, ’e comes out an’ yells fer me to stop. When ’e gits the fish ’is wife hollers fer ’im to hustle108 up an’ fetch it to the house, out o’ the sun, so I git away, an’ thar ain’t no time wasted.”
The old man’s acumen109 in this case resulted in the enrichment of the greasy pouch to the extent of twenty-five cents, without objectionable delay in the day’s business.
We were now getting into the sleepy village, and the houses were nearer together. We stopped at several of them before we arrived at the general store. The male population was lined up in chairs on the platform under the awning110, and a curious assortment111 of horses and vehicles stood around in the neighborhood.
None of the horses looked as though they would{139} run away if they were not tied, but all of them were securely fastened to hitching112 rails and posts.
We had a number of things to attend to at the store. A poor old gray-haired woman, who lived alone at the edge of the village, had requested John to “please see if there is a letter for me when you stop at the post office, and bring it to me on your way back, if there is one.”
John had presented her with a fish, and said that he always gave her one when he went by, when he had a good supply.
“She’s bin expectin’ that letter fer nearly twenty years, from ’er son that went away, but it don’t never come. She’s always waitin’ at the gate, when I go back, to see if I git it.”
Alas113, how many forlorn ones there are who wait, with hearts that ache, through the lonesome years, for letters that “don’t never come!” Those who have gone may have wandered far in the world—they may have forgotten, or their fingers may have become cold and still, but there is hope in one heart that only ends with life itself. A pen may sometimes tremble, lips may sometimes falter114, and eyes become dim, when the thought comes that{140} a mother’s love will be “waitin’ at the gate” when the other loves in this world are dead.
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“WAITIN’ AT THE GATE”
We tied Napoleon tightly with a big piece of rope which it would be utterly115 impossible for him to break if he should attempt to run away, fixed116 a small bag of oats so that he could munch117 them, and went over to the platform.
John was greeted with solemn nods, good-na{141}tured sallies, in which there was more or less wit—generally less—and various questions about “the fishin’.” One old fellow had “bin over to the river” and “seen a feller with a couple o’ catfish an’ a pick’rel, but ’e’d bin all day gittin’ ’em, an’ ’e didn’t need no wheelbarrow to git ’em home.”
We went inside the store to make a few purchases, and to inquire for any mail which we might be able to leave with people who lived on the return route.
John bought several pounds of number six shot, three dozen heavy lead sinkers, and a pound of “natural leaf” for Sipes, and two pounds of natural leaf for himself. I was tempted118 to purchase a few cakes of soap and present them to John as a souvenir of the trip, but remembering that it is the tactless people on this mundane119 sphere that have most of the trouble, I changed my mind and purchased a big briar pipe for him. He was greatly pleased with it, and thought that “in about six months smokin’ it ’ud git mellered up an’ be a dam’ fine pipe.” We bought some crackers120, cheese and a can of sardines121 for our lunch, which we ate out under one of the trees.{142}
“I don’t know what Sipes has to ’ave so many sinkers fer,” remarked John. “He wants me to git ’im a whole lot ev’ry time I come to town. I guess ’e must use ’em fer bait, fer I offen find ’em in ’is fish when I dress ’em.”
The expression on the old man’s face conveyed a suspicion that he was not quite as gullible122 as he might be, and that Sipes’s strategy had not entirely123 deceived him. He probably had his own quiet way of adjusting matters on an equitable124 basis.
After lunch we spent a few minutes more with the wise ones in front of the store, deposited our parcels under the seat, released the reluctant horse and departed.
“Them fellers that set ’round that store don’t ’ave nothin’ else to do,” said John. “They set inside in the winter time an’ do a lot o’ talkin’, an’ sometimes I set with ’em just to hear what’s goin’ on. When it’s hot they set outside an’ count the clouds, but they’re always settin’, an’ they don’t never hatch nothin’. Ev’ry year one or two of ’em drops off, an’ thar ain’t many of ’em left to what thar was ten years ago. They didn’t none{143} of ’em amount to much, but I guess they’re just as well off now as anybody else that’s dead.”
The contents of the greasy pouch had been sadly depleted125 at the store, but we got more “cash-money” from the few remaining houses in the village. The miller126 took three fish, and credited John’s account with the amount of the sale. There was a debit127 on his books against John for flour and meal furnished during the winter.
It was getting late in the afternoon, and it was a long way to John’s smoke-house, where the unsold portion of the stock must be “dressed an’ put in pickle,” preparatory to smoking it.
We returned by the same route as we came. The poor old woman was “waitin’ at the gate,” and turned sadly toward the house as we passed. She carried her cross in silence, and the picture was pathetic.
On the way back we saw a sharp-featured man with red hair, who had come out of a house and was waiting near the road.
“That feller,” declared John, as we approached the possible purchaser, “gives me pains. He seen me goin’ by all right this mornin’, but ’e did{144}n’t come out. He’s a tight wad, an’ ’e thinks I’ll sell ’im fish fer almost nothin’ before I’ll tote ’em back. I’ve got ’em all trained but ’im. Now you just watch me.”
When we stopped the man asked if we had “any cheap bargains in fresh fish.”
“Yes,” said John, “I have, an’ I’ll tell ye what I’ll do. I hain’t sold many to-day, an’ I’ve got about twenty left. If you’ll take the whole bunch, you can have ’em fer a dollar an’ a half.”
“I can use two of ’em, at ten cents apiece, if you’ll let me pick ’em out,” the man replied.
“Giddap!” said John, and we were once more on our way.
Pride is the most expensive thing in the world, and under various forms it dominates mankind. I could not help but admire John’s resolute128 sacrifice of this opportunity to add twenty cents in “cash-money” to the greasy pouch, which sorely needed it, but evidently he was following a policy that had in it much wisdom.
After crossing the marshy strip, we went through the sand hills, and down the beach to Sipes’s place, where I had left my boat.{145}
We found him peacefully smoking out in front of his shanty, apparently without a care in the world.
John showed Sipes the fish he had brought back, and gave him the things he had bought for him at the store. When the account was all figured out, there was a balance of twelve cents in John’s favor, which Sipes said “we’ll make up next time.” He was deeply disappointed that there was no “cash-money” coming.
Sipes considered the fish that were to go to the smoke-house “a dead loss, an’ they’d soon be worse’n that.” He wanted “nothin’ to do with ’em after they struck the morgue.” He looked upon the smoke-house as a sink of iniquity129, from which nothing good could possibly emanate74.
I thanked John for his kindness in taking me with him, and bade him good-bye. He and Napoleon departed, and soon faded away in the distance.
The old fisherman had retailed130 a great deal of the current gossip of the country to me during the day. Humor and pathos131, happiness and misery132, honesty and wickedness, and all the other ele{146}ments that enter into the stories of human lives, found their places in the day’s recital133. The old man has much benevolence134 in his heart. Most of his comments upon the frailties135 of his fellow-creatures were tolerant and charitable. They were usually tempered with sly quips, and a disposition136 to accord the benefit of doubt.
He frequently gives away fish, on his various trips, to people who cannot afford to buy them and to whom the food is most welcome, and extends credit to others who he knows can never pay. He does all kinds of little errands that his routes make possible, and altogether he is a simple, good-natured soul.
Like everybody else, he is an infinitesimal item in the scheme of creation, but there are many other items that are much more objectionable than Catfish John. Cleanliness may be next to godliness, but it is often associated with cussedness, so we can safely leave the matter of John’s redemption to other agencies than soap.
Sipes once wisely remarked that “it’s no use tryin’ to tell ev’rybody wot to do all the time, an’ I’ve quit. If ev’ry feller’d mind ’is own busi ness instid o’ butt’n in an’ tryin’ to boss ev’rybody else, there’d be a lot less fussin’ goin’ on. The only way to git John clean ’ud be to burn ’im, an’ they’s a lot o’ clean-lookin’ people that’ll come to that long ’fore he does. He’s a nice ol’ feller. ”
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lumber
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shanty
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thrift
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commendable
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worthies
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installments
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attachment
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memorandum
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inscribed
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consignment
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strictly
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confidentially
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chunks
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digestion
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odds
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peculiar
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pouch
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