He was fond of all living creatures, merciful to all. But his
love for our dog Dash became a passion, for Dash was an angler.
Who that ever saw him sitting in the boat beside his master,
watching with eager eye and whole body trembling with excitement
the line as it was cast, the flies as they touched the surface--who
can forget old Dash? His fierce excitement at rise of trout, the
efforts at self-restraint, the disappointment if the prey escaped,
the wild exultation if it was captured, how plainly--he who runs
might read--were shown these emotions in eye, in ear, in tail, in
whole quivering body! What wonder that it all went straight to the
fisher's heart of Jimmy! "I never knowed afore they could be
Christians," he said, looking, with tears in his soft, keen eyes,
at the every-day scene, and with no faintest thought of
irreverence. "I never knowed it, but I'd give a stiffikit o'
membership in the orthodoxest church goin' to that dog there."

It is almost needless to say that as years went on Jimmy came to
know many "fishin' min'sters;" for there are many of that school
who know our mountain country, and seek it yearly. All these knew
and loved the old man. And there were others who had wandered by
that sea of Galilee, and fished in the waters of the Holy Land, and
with them Fishin' Jimmy dearly loved to talk. But his wonder was
never-ending that, in the scheme of evangelizing the world, more
use was not made of the "fishin' side" of the story. "Haint they
ever tried it on them poor heathen?" he would ask earnestly of some
clerical angler casting a fly upon the clear water of pond or
brook. "I should think 't would 'a' ben the fust thing they 'd
done. Fishin' fust, an' r'liging 's sure to foller. An' it 's so
easy; fur heath'n mostly r'sides on islands, don't they? So ther
's plenty o' water, an' o' course ther 's fishin'; an' oncet gin