The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1893-06-24

llghtnln down comes de sharp Ratchet.
IN de- paw dat's on de log is cut off
smack smoove. De bar is almos' fall in
0ffin de log. but she sabe herse'f an draw
back outer reach. Den she lif' up de
stump OBJ de leg an look at it. As she is
lookin she begin to bawl.
.'De debil is in dat bawlin!" SEE l,
kaise it set de cubs to whimperin. When
de cubs begin to whine an squall de ole
one start for me agin. She comes
a-moanin along on tree legs. She KANT
now put up paw to box. She gotter
hev de well paw to walk on, an eff she
| comes ashore to her babies she getter put
dat well paw out to me. She hate awful
to do it. She feels like she KANT truss
me. M tts
Well, she look at me in de face er
while jis' Us If she tryin ter see watts
passin in my mind an eff I'll let her come
ashore to de babies. Den she creep,
creep for'ard on de log. Den she reach
out dat paw, but she got her eye on do
Ratchet ready to pull de paw back eff l
am goin to strike. Slowlike lif' de
club ober her head. She roll up her eye
to look at de club. Quick as wink l
whacks off de oder paw at one stroke OBJ
de Ratchet.
Dat time she poorly near fall off'n de
log. She come down on her breas', but
her fore legs sorter straddle de log an
she ketch some way wifi her hind feet an
pull herself back berry quick outer reach
OBJ de Ratchet. Den she set up on her
| hind quarters, hole up an look at de
stumps, an begin to cry My, my, how
she do cry! Den de little ones dey come
outside OBJ de cabbern an sot up by me
on de shelf, and dey boff begin to cry
awful when dey see dar nanny. Dat
make de ole one cry all de harder.
Seem dem all busy cryin, sot in ag'in
wild de chopin. De ole one see wat
was bout, but she KANT help it. She got
all she kin do to stay on de log. But, my,
how she do heller! IA
amt mindin de cryin. l whacks
away on fust one fork oh de tree, den on
de oder. Wifi de weight OBJ de bar de
tree is crackin. Whack, whack goes de
Ratchet. Den rip she goes! Down goes
de tree, bar an all, inter de roarin can
yon hundred foot below. Down, down
dey go inter dat rushin millrace. As she
go-as she is leabin de babies-de ole
mudder bar she glib one awful bawl dat
roar in my ears-dat sound high 'bove
all de ragin OBJ de watahs-den ! hear
her no mo-.
Leanin ober de shelf of rock an lookin
far down below l seed de ole bar git
wrench off'n de log. Den she was whirl
ODER an ober, an tossed dis away and dat
away, for she KANT swim. So de swift
watahs catch her an dey sweep her down
froo dat roarin millrace oh er canyon.
Down, down, an away she go, tossin an
whirlin to'ards de Scotchman.
"And do you pretend to say, jerry"
cried Uncle Bob Temple, 'that all this
numbering work went on in the deliber-
ate and heartless way in which you havo
given it to us? My God, man, you've 20
told your story that all our sympathies
are with the bear! 1t makes us wish
that the good old bear-the kind and
loving mother tha: ycu hrtchered by
inches-had killed you; makes us wish
that in the very start she had gotta fair
lick at you and knocked you off your
shelf into the roaring canyonw
For de Lord sake. don't talk dat
away, sab! I wur on'y tellin OBJ dat
fight de way it pears to me now-de
way dat ! members it, sab. I specks
dat rally and truly all dat cuttin an
slashin an all dat bawlin an bellerin wur
ober in bout ten winks.
Jerry is not to be blamed for what no
did, situated as he was" said Ben Arle.
"Let any one among rs suppose himself
up tree with a Ratchet in his belt and
black tree-climbing bear after him,
wouldn't he hack off that bears paws
the moment they came within his reach!"