Said that the commission had discovered the feasibility of adding the mock-turtle to the food-animals of our rivers.

He allowed that he had understood that they could be cultivated best by spawning calves' heads on forcemeat balls, and that they were in season for the table during the same months of the year that gravy is.

And he said that a strenuous effort ought to be made to have our rivers swarming with this delicious fish.
"And then he talked a whole lot of delirious slush of that kind, and about improving the tadpole crop, and so on, until I--Wh-wh-what d'you say?
Want me to take my legs off that table and quit?
You don't want to hear any more news about the fisheries?
Oh, all right; there's plenty of other papers that'll be glad to get the intelligence.

Next time you want my views about pisciculture you'll have to send for me." Then the professor aimed again at the spittoon, missed it, rubbed the ragged crown of his forlorn hat with his shining elbow, buttoned up his coat over a shirt-bosom which last saw the washerwoman during the presidency of General Harrison, and sauntered out and down stairs.

The impression that he left was that he would be more available to the Fish Commission as bait than in any other capacity.
Upon another occasion a more forlorn and dismal vagabond, a cripple, too, sauntered into Brown's grocery-store, where a crowd was sitting around the stove discussing politics.