“The
biggest eel I ever ketched,”
Said Hiram Hicks one day,
To
us who set in Stokes’s store,
In his pecooliar way,
“Wuz
spearin’ on ol’ Lizzard Crick,
Along in sixty three;
Thet
eel would weigh eleven pounds,
Or mebbie twelve,” says he.
“Wall,
no, I didn’t weigh him, boys,
Becuz, you see, jest when
I
got him most out uv the hole
He dropped back in again,”
Hen
Stokes he laid a cod-fish down,
Non-plussed frum deck to keel;
“By
ginger, Hi,” says he, “thet wuz
A good deal uv an eel!”
Abe
Crockett says: “On thinkin’, Hi,
It warn’t so great a day
Fur
spearin’, either, wuz it now?”
An’ Hiram answered, “nay”.
Bige
Miller ‘lowed he’d never seen
An eel more’n ha’f the size.
But
thought thet ef what he said wuz true
He took the eelin’ prize.
The
story seemed to go all right
An’ Hiram’s sperits soared;
He
couldn’t stan’ prosperity
An’ so fell overboard.
“Ten
years,” says he, “I went ag’in,
An’, sure’s ez I’m alive,
I
speared the same ol’ one an’ he’d
Increased to twenty-five,”
Jan.
21, 1912
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