Thursday, May 20, 1948
FIELD NOTES
For several years now, Harry Whiting, of the Spruce Flat, has had a most unwelcome near neighbor. He is one powerful big old wildcat – Canada Lynx to be exact. The varmint lives in the big cliffs, the rimrock of Bridger Mountain. All spring long, he has been catching lambs over a radius of several miles – on Bridger, Bucks and Swago mountains. Recently he has changed his diet, and is going in strong for poultry and eggs. To date, Mr. Whiting is short three turkey hens and their settings of eggs. The old wildcat came right to the house to get them, too.
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A pitiful tale of a trophy won and lost comes to me from the trout water of the North Fork of Deer Creek. For several seasons, a big trout has been known to keep in a nice deep chuck, where the water breaks over a rock, to surge under a wreck heap. He has been known to rise to a fly, only to tear loose on the first surge of his strength against the tackle. If the hook was not torn from the lip, the leader had to give way. One day last week, a lady fished the North Fork. The big trout took the fly with a rush. The pull of the line caught him off balance and with the momentum of his charge the great trout popped out of the water like a bat from a pit. He landed on dry ground, too surprised and stunned to wiggle. The lady gathered in her prize, laid it out on her lap, all gleaming in scarlet and silver, purple and gold. She proceeded to measure it with the six-inch scale printed on the back of the little rule book. Three lengths she laid the measure page on that trout and, yet, there was was an inch or more for good measure. As the lady moved the rule to check this last inch, her trout came to for a last big wiggle. The surge took him smack back into the creek, the water closing over him, to leave no sign, disappearing like an arrow shot into the night. I know, gentle lady, I know. I, too, oft have been made to realize this cold world is naught else than a wilderness of woe. However, it is better to have fished and lost than never to have fished at all.
BIRTHS
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Angus Irvine, a daughter, May 14.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Wm. G. Malcomb, of Arbovale, a son, May 16.
Mr. and Mrs. Albert Moore, Jr. received on Monday, May 10 1948, one shipment of sweetness labeled Kenneth Douglas Moore. “Dougy” signed for in perfect condition by Dr. K. J. Hamrick…
DEATHS
Clyde E. Bobblett, aged 45 years, died at his home in Charmco. He was laid to rest in the End of Trail Cemetery. He was a brother of Edward, of Millpoint.
Frank Jordan Curry, aged 72 years. The funeral was held from the Bethel church near Durbin. His body was laid to rest in the church cemetery. He is survived by his daughter, Mrs. Lawrence Shifflett, and four sons, Carl, Harry, William and Anderson…
On Saturday afternoon at Greenbank, the funeral service for Private James O. Gum was held from the Methodist Church by Rev. Quade R. Arbogast. The young man died in Germany March 31, 1948. He is survived by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Bryan Gum, of Stony Bottom; brothers, Frank and Orville Gum; and sisters, Mrs. Edith Taylor, Mrs. Anna Mae Tallman, Mrs. Usa Galford and Mrs. Martha Hise.
Mrs. Sarah M. Roark, aged 62 years, wife of Dr. J. L. Roark, of Cass. Funeral service was held in Lewisburg. She is survived by her husband, and their two sons, Jesse and Richard, and daughter, Ann.
Mrs. Mary Caroline Tacy was born June 28, 1856, and passed away May 3, 1948 at the home of her son, G. Dallas Tacy at Cass… Her body was laid to rest in the family cemetery, the service being held at the home. Mrs. Tacy was a daughter of the late Allen and Nancy Jane Cassell Galford, who lived on Deer Creek. In 1874 she was united in marriage to George N. Tacy. He preceded her to the grave 25 years ago. Eight children were born to his union, but only three survive, Dallas and Charles, of Cass and Mrs. G. P. Moore, of Edray… She is survived by 28 grandchildren and 66 great-grandchildren.
H. H. Schofield died at his home in Kerryville, Texas, May 3, 1948. He made his home in this county for many years and was very active in civic and religious affairs of the county and a member of the Masonic Order. Funeral service was conducted from the Methodist Church in Marlinton and his body was laid to rest in the Mountain View Cemetery.
Thus we note the passing of a noble man. We here now quote from Longfellow:
“Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
Footprints that perhaps another
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.”
