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Show "THE WORST O' IT." No man was ever more devoted to the pleasures of the rod uud gan than Daniel Webster. The following iuci dent, related by and published in a moat eutertaiuing volume of reminiscences remin-iscences of tho statesman by Petor Hurvoy, just Irom press, illustrates this trait. Having beard a stream on tho premises of a neighbor named Baker extolled, Webster and bis ma drove to Buker'e aud askcJ permission to fish the stream, which was readily granted, Baker, in answer to Daniel's Dan-iel's queries, informing them that "a good many folks have been here and have taken a good many trout out domctimes," and being requested to show them wbero to fish, took thc-m to a miry place, iu whioh Mr. Webster eank half the length of bis leg. Mr. We ha tor Rather miry here, Mr. B.ker. j B.iker Yee; that's the worston't. Websttr(after throwiugBevenl times ;and catching his hook in tho dense i overhanging alders) These alders are rather iu the way, Mr. Baker. Baker Yes; that's the worst on't. The mosquitoea now began to bite most annoyinp.ly. One hand was busy all the lime slapping them ofT his face and the other hand. Mr. Webster Those mcsquitoes aro pretty thick and very hungry, Mr. Baker. Baker I know; it that's the worst on't. Now the heat in the low ground, without a breath of air, had become intense. Webster wiped his forehead fore-head and rested a momeut, remarking, remark-ing, "It is very hot down here in these bushes, Mr, Baker." Bakor I know it; that's the worst on't, Mr. "Webster resumed bis fishing, and for an hour struggled with the heat, the bushes, the mire and the mosquitoes. . Webster There sc- o to be no fiab hero, Mr. Baker. Baker I know it; that's the worst on't. "There was no resisting this," says Fletcher. "My father put up his rod and departed, but he laughed all the way home at 'tho worst on't,' and always took pleasure in recalling tbo occurreuce to mind." |