Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1893-05-11
By DAN DEQUILLE.
[CoNTlNUED.l
CHAPTER III.

Little while ago | feel bad for de ole
bar when l hear her cry, now l gotter
feel bad for myself. l am in a bad
tix--in a regular fool fix. I've done cut
down de ony bridge dat could er got me
safe away from de spot. Dat | may ex-
cape de bar | leave myself on de shelf oh
rock a hundred foot above de roarin
watah. 1t am de secon time dat jump
outer de fry pan inter de fire.
KANT git away from dat little shelf.
If go to de right all is smoove rock; if
l go to de lef' dar is more smoove rock;
if look ober head it is de same, and be-
hin me is de dark cabbern-de den of
de bars.
looks up de canyon an looks down de
canyon. All is steep wall OBJ rock an
dashin, roarin watahs. What am l
gwine ter do? ] don't know. De thun-
der dat roll up out'n de canyon won't let
me tink. 1t boom, boom all de time till
my ears get deaf. Oar sets on de shelf
wifi my chin III my han's-sets dar rollin
my eyes across de canyon an up de can
yon an down de canyon. ! am stupid:
my head amt no acco'nt | KANT tell
wat ter do. / ketch myself sayin ODER
an ober "Oh, mudder, nudder." an
a-cryin all de same like wur little boy
back home in ole Nirginny. l tink |
gone fer sure.
Jis' dat mint / feels suffin rub up
ag'in me. ! looks roun an it is one of
de little bars. DE fix wur cotch in hab
make me clean fo'git de little baby bars.
l looks at the cabbern an de oder little
one is a-comin out. Den l say, "Hyar
is two mo- OBJ us wat amt 20 no
mudder."
De oder little Teller comes out TO me,
an l takes boff up an sets dem on
my knees. Dey is hungry. One of
them begin a-suckin my little finger an
de oder try a button on my jacket. Dey
wur mighty cunnin little rascals, an
wish wifi all my heart dat | could give
dem suffin to eat. Dat sot me to tinkin
bout myself. | We're awful hungry an
pow'ful dry. 1t tease me mo- dan little
to hear all de watah roarin so near, an
KANT git drop.
Dem little bars coming up dat away
kinder wake up some of de senses in my
head an sot me to lookin bout. Fust,
me, for hain't t'inl bout de night afore.
ooh, de Lord a-massy," seq |, IAN
lef' here by de sun an by de light oh day
to sleep in de bar DEM"
Dat notion rouse me mighty quick.
Hopin dat somebody might hear me,
begin to holler. puts boff hans roun
my mouf, an jis raise up on my tiptoes
an yells, "Hello!' | listens, an all up
an down from de walls of de canyon
comes back, Hello! hello! hellor'
Den | don't know for sure if it is
somebody or de rocks dat answer me, so
ag'in | raise de mighty yell, Jerry
Hawk in de bar cave' All up an down
de canyon den | hears de cry, Jerry
Hawk i'll de bar cave! - in de bar
cave!-de bar cave.' Den dar comes IL
laugh dat makes my blood run cold for
bout er mint. 1t say, "Oh, o-o-o-ho!
all, ha, ha!' 1t is de rocks dat talk
back-nuffin but de rocks-an dat laf-
fin is on'y a debilish squeach owl, so |
hollers away. l holler in ebber kin oh
way-to'ards de las like a hoot owl,
like n painter and like a kioter De
little bars looks at me quite s'prized-
dey t'ink am goin crazy, an dey amt
fur wrong.
Mex de cabbern comes inter my head
Oar may be some way out dat way or
up froo it. So | goes in an all is dark
no light Oh de sky shinin in anywhar. /
strikes a match. De cave is ten foot
Gross, nearly roun, an smoove on all
sides Not hole fur rat to git out. /
sees dat de baby bars gotter mighty fine
nes' in dar. 1t is big pile OBJ leaves an
grass dat de ole one have carried from
de goodness know how fur away. While
l am lookin de two babies come in an
curl down in de nes'.
go out on de shelf, an it is gittin dark
] stan an hello, hello, hello till my froat
git sore. De on'y answer | kin git is
from de rocks-dat debil in de rocks
an de boot owls. On one side de shelf
is pile up moas' oh de top oh de spruce
tree. 1t have struck de face OBJ de cliff,
smash up an tumble down in a heap.
git some OBJ dis, build bonfire, and den l
hollers more-some de boys from de
Scotchman crick may be lookin fer me.
All | kin hear is dem debilish rocks an de
observation-disclosures" OBJ de boot
owls. Oar is plenty OBJ dat goin ON all
up an down de canyon. Lord a-massy,
how did wish l had wings
Mex | gifts down on my knees dar by
de fire on dat shelf, in plain sight of de
Lord, an | ak him fer ter consider de
sitervation an do de berry bes' he kin fer
me. prays to him good and strong
tryin to lif up my voice above de roarin
watahs.
Wen kin t'ink oh no mo- to say-de
case bein pooty well kivered-I cries out
wifi mighty voice, "Oh, Lord, look
down on Inc. de sinner, an hab mercy!'
Dat minit-pop-de full moon comes up.
Oar is de great smilin face lookin at me
from between de forks OBJ de peaks of de
big Fall Crick mountain! Dat so excite
an cheer me dat | cry out, 1T is de face
OBJ de Lord ! takes comfurt oh it bein
sign dat de Lord lie see me an whar
am.
Bout den it comes inter my head da,
de ole mudder bar gwine ter be de