§ 175 Sir Izaak Walton in Black
Captain George Walker, of Savannah, used to have a hand on his Georgia plantation who loved ease and fishing. When he wasn’t fishing he was loafing.
One night there was a rain almost heavy enough to be called a cloudburst and the next morning all the low places on the plantation were flooded two feet deep. Passing his tenant’s cabin, Captain Walker found him seated in an easy chair at the kitchen door fishing in a small puddle of muddy water that had formed there.
“Henry, you old fool,” said Captain Walker, “what are you doing there?”
“Boss,” said Henry, “I’s jes’ fishin’.”
“Well, don’t you know there are no fish there?” demanded Captain Walker.
“Yas, suh,” said Henry; “I knows dat. But this yere place is so handy!”