The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1893-05-25

| II Ia Monday. All day | watch an
boiler. but nobody on'y de debil in de
rocks make answer. As | am on de
norf side of de canyon de sun almos
roas' me all day, but | mus stay ont on
de shelf. By dis time am pow'ful hun
cry, and so dry dat de soun Oh de watah
lis below in de canyon sets me almos'
crazy. Dat night | ayin curl up wifi
de baby bars. am SO hungry an dry
dat | don't sleep much. De babies
gittin hungry too. Dey wur a-suckin at
my fingers all de night. Dem babies
boder me mon little.
Tuesday mornin is come. Tuesday
pass bout de same like Monday. on'y i'ze
mo hungry an so dry dat am bout
'stracted. De babies am a-whinin
heap. Dey miss de pore ole nanny
still de little fellers try To be cheerful.
Wen am settin in de sun on the shelf
dey come an play rom an cline ober
me. One is boy baby an de oder is
girl De boy is de biggest an latest.
bat do little girl pear like she got Ge
moas' cunnin ways wifi her. an she berry
affexenit wifi me. DE babies Kin stan
peiH Oiy tu huH5iS ptltSi uuh NIL,
kaise it am de natur ob bar to hole up in
cabberns an not eat all winter
| Tuesday night don't sleep any but
foo little catnaps | hev pow'ful bad
dreams. All night am wrastlin on dc
| aige OBJ lie shelf Wit de mudder bar. She
comes up outer de watah. She is all
wet She shake hersef; den she hole
out de stuInps; den she begin for to cry,
but she comes at me all de same, an she
say, Jerry Hawk, eff you git my house
an babies you gotter wrastle VIII me for
demw Den she fro de stumps bout my
neck, all bloody as dey is. Den We
wrastle. Awful, awful wras;lin! She
is pow'ful ut wrastln. She roll her eye
balls. pant in my face, an i'll spite ob Inc
she drag me to de aige ob de shelf. Den
ober We go! We fall, fall, falll No
end to de fallin an de roarin oh de wa
tab. Inter de watah we goes. Den we
goes down, down, down fro de watah,
an she whisper in my ear dat she gwine
ter take me to de debil TO git my hans
an feet chop otf'n me.
| Wednesday mornin. Dis day ! woke
up pow'ful weak go out on de shelf,
but | KANT holler none am plumb
scouraged. De boys hain't foun de olo
Lord and bress de Lord, de boys hab got
de letter!"
haint no gun ner pistol TO answer de
signals. ! wish dat de good Lord wonld
give me cannon up dar on de shelf
hollers loud as kin yell den tink oh
a way to shout by steam. spits on de
rock, lay on de spot live coal den
strikes it wifi de back Oh he Ratchet an it
crack loud as any musket. shoot dis
away as fas' as kin sebberal times.
Boom! it roar an rattle up an down do
canyon.
Soon sees two oh de boys. but dey
are on de oppersit side de canyon Not
habbin a hat to wave, | picks up ole
Moscow an waves him. De boys spots
me dat mint. Dey halts an waves
dar hats. For de roar oh de canyon we
KANT talk much, but ! see de boys
a-makin signals to somebody on my side
de canyon. see dem say wifi de hat
go furder upr' Den in mint er two
Little furder.' Mex time dey say
Halt! Right dar is de placer"
All dat jis' as plain to me as any talk
den gifts out on de aige oh de shelf an
look mp at de wall ober de cabbern IN
bout er mint sees head poked ODER
de wall. 1t is de head OBJ de cunuel
He sings out, "How is yer, boyF'
Fine as er fightin cockt' | hoIlers
back
Tank de Lord for DAFT" says the cum
mel
OWN to de roar OBJ de canyon we gotter
yell poorly loud 1t is forty foot up to dc
top OBJ de cliff. Mex de cunnel say
wat dat yer got down dar, boyf''
say, lone dem is young bar; de oder
is ole boot OWL"
"Want 'em boff r ak de cunnel
"Yes, cunnel-yes. sab, please"
"Well. send dem up. De boys er comm
wifi de ropes"
"Yes. sab"
Dat news ob de ropes wur music fur
me. Soon half dozen dc boys show dem
SETS wifi ropes off'n de derricks. Mex
down comes de end OBJ err rope, de cum
mel steerin oh 1t.
"Send up de owl" says he
ties de owl to de rope, an up he go
Den he say, Han up de bar"
ties little Napoleon on de rope, an up
he go wifi his two eyes poppin outer his
head, the mattah so s'prized him.
Mex the cunnel say. Send up dat
cunnin niggah boy, Jerry Hawk"
! say, Better come down frst, cunnel.
an take er look at de Hawk hotel"
''No, tank yer" SEE he.
Better come down, sab, an take bite
ter eat. I'm got some berry nice roas'
OWL"
"T'ousan times bleeged," seq de cum
mel, but hain't no 'casion-jis' had
berry nice rattlesnake stew"
Well, after dis jokin | gifts inter de
rope, an dey hauls me up. de boys all
shalSln hans wifi me wen lands.
On de way back to de Scotchman
gives de cunnel an de boys de whole
story. Dey all say it is wonderful. De
cunnel say dat if dey hain't got de letter
an found me I'd turned out regular
Robert Crusoe. Down at de cabin on de
Scotchman | fin out from de boys dat
dey git my letter Thursday afternoon,
but no man KANT read muffin but dc
name, Jerry Hawk. So dey gotter send
man up de mountain to whar de cum
mel is injoyin of hisse'f wifi pokah an de
tigah. De cunnel kin read de letter Off
han, kaise hess man W at S got pow'ful
eddication.
Well, when we git to de cunnel's cabin