CHAPTER XIII.
IN WHICH BOBBY DECLINES A COPARTNERSHIP AND VISITS B---- AGAIN.
After dinner Bobby performed his Saturday afternoon chores as usual.
He split wood enough to last for a week, so that his mother might not miss him too much, and then, feeling a desire to visit his favorite resorts in the vicinity, he concluded to go a fishing.

The day was favorable, the sky being overcast and the wind very light.

After digging a little box of worms in the garden back of the house, he shouldered his fish pole; and certainly no one would have suspected that he was a distinguished travelling merchant.

He was fond of fishing, and it is a remarkable coincidence that Daniel Webster, and many other famous men, have manifested a decided passion for this exciting sport.

No doubt a fondness for angling is a peculiarity of genius; and if being an expert fisherman makes a great man, then our hero was a great man.
He had scarcely seated himself on his favorite rock, and dropped his line into the water, before he saw Tom Spicer approaching the spot.
The bully had never been a welcome companion.