They
said the little children loved him, and everyone in the village and
for miles around trusted and leaned upon Fishin' Jimmy. He taught
the boys to fish, sometimes the girls too; and while learning to
cast and strike, to whip the stream, they drank in knowledge of
higher things, and came to know and love Jimmy's "fishin'
r'liging." I remember they told me of a little French Canadian
girl, a poor, wretched waif, whose mother, an unknown tramp, had
fallen dead in the road near the village. The child, an untamed
little heathen, was found clinging to her mother's body in an agony
of grief and rage, and fought like a tiger when they tried to take
her away. A boy in the little group attracted to the spot, ran
away, with a child's faith in his old friend, to summon Fishin'
Jimmy. He came quickly, lifted the little savage tenderly, and
carried her away.
No one witnessed the taming process, but in a few days the pair
were seen together on the margin of Black Brook, each with a
fish-pole.
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