The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1876-02-25

81 kedn't give the ghost O. guess
what war up, nor he'd l any time for
coniecterin'. Afore I ked count ten l
war heisted myself-right up into the
ar, as eff I'd suddenly been supplied
wi pair o. wings, an flynn like a
eegle. know'd | war up in the ar,
but only for the shortest space o. time.
Then all at Once't didn't know whar |
was: the senses war knocked clean out
O. me.
"When rekiver'd them, which / did
arter somethin' like hour l reckin, l
seed war up in tree; but, boys, pree-
haps in the most keurous preedikament
any man ever war in among treetops.
1t war a dead wood, one o. them grid
led the year afore cl'arin' the ground.
As thar warnt no leaves on it, ked see
all about, an what did see war eau
ton to Crockett. Thar war no c'larin'
any longer. The hui country war
cl arin'-that is, thar stretched strip
o. felled forest mile wide, or thar
about, to the BASTARD and west'ard, fur
as my eye ked reach. The only trees
STAMINA war some o. the dead-woods
on my bit O. cl'ared groun' tibet, bein'
bare o. leaves an branches, he'd gin no
grup to the herrikin, the which l now
perceived to hev passed over the spot.
"I looked torst the place whar ex-
pected to see my shanty. Thar want
one log on another, nor yit war thar a
log in sight. The shanty had been clur
carried off, the clay chimbly along wi
it, an wuss still, all the sticks o. plen-
ishin' it contained. The hoss-shed and
corn-crib he'd also disappeared. Lucky
the boss want thar, nor my ole woman
neyther, else they'd both IA been
switched up 'mong the flynn furnitur.
"Wal, boys, while maxim these OBJ
servashuns war in a fix meself, an a
burned queery one, as I've already gin
We hint. What do We serpose it war?
Wal, / needn't wait, for ye'd hev merry
chance to guess. 1 war in fork!
"It war thuswise. The blast he'd TUX
me up an carried my karkiss till it
kim in contack wi one o. the ontstritch-
in branches o. the dead-wood. This
branch he'd two tines to it, partin' like
pair o. tailor's sheers just a leetle
ways open. The puff O. wind he'd
drawn me up atween the two prongs,
most splittin' them apart. There he'd
bekim wedged. When 1 rekivered my
senses l seed how things stud. l war
grupped by the twin branches right
roun' the ribs jest below the armpits,
an out o. that fix soon found there
warn't no gettin'. The crotch KEEP me
as tight as if I'd been in vice; an
squirm as w'u'd 'twar plainly onpos-
sible to get clearo' it. So I didn't try
arter the fust wriggle or two, for seed
| it w'u'd be right dangerous bizness.
The limb warn't over thick, an as the
sap war gone out o. it seed thar wur a
possibility O. its snappin' right off an
precipitatin' me to the groun', not less n
thirty feet below. Whenever / made a
move it wabbled about more than feel
ed comfortable, so made up my mind
to keep still. he'd to do that, for thur
was no other way.
"Wal, boys, needn't tell We, it war
any thin but comfortable fix to be in.
To say nothin' o. the unpleasant posi-
ton, wi my legs danglin' down, an the
hard dead-wood branches squeezin'
az in my ribs, he'd the thort to trouble
me tibet mout niver git relieved out O.
the predicament. The ole oman mout
IA been in the track o. the herrikin, on
her way back from the cross-roads-for
it he'd kim that way-an' if so, she an
the boss an the grocery-fxin's, wha1
w'u'd they be now? That wur what
troubled an perplexed me. If she
didn't come back, who w'u'd? The
cl'arin' war out o. the way o. all traffic
1t mout be weeks afore any one 'u'd be
strayin' in that direckshun.
"Take my word fort, boys, war il
ugly fix, an as the hours passed
feeled skeerier and skeerier. had jest
begun to gle up hope, thinkin' must
stay up thar till breathed my last, an
then stay like 'possum thet's beer
shot an still clings wi his tail to {
branch. l may say I'd gin up hope
when / hearn screech tibet made thu
blood run fresh and sweet through
every vein O. my body. 1t war the oil
'oman's voice. Hooked down an see't
her seated on the boss, at the spot wha
our shanty had stud. She'd jest arrove
AFTER a good bit o. trouble in maxim he
way through the fallen trees. In
minnit more, she'd slid out o. the sad
die, an war STAMINA unnerneath me.
oval, boys, We may think it war al
, over, but it want. My ole 'oman wa
thar down on the groun' an / up in tn
tree. Thar war we, man an wife, no
more'n thirty feet apart. FIR all that
we war as well separated as if a Indian
divorce-court he'd passed sentenc
atween up. She ked do no more tors
gittin' me down thun I meself; so tina
!, war / in the grup Of tibet fork jest a
= tight as liver!
can thar he'd I to stay till she re