Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1893-04-20

/ pulls de hatchet outer my belt. spits
on my hans an den squar myself at my |
end Oh de bridge. | mistrus' dat dar's
gwine ter be fight.
Quick as ebber looks at de end OBJ |
de tree whar it res on de shelf oh rock
dar come inter my head er strategy
I'll cut it Of. Whar il res on de shef
de tree got two fork. an one OBJ desc is
crack mos in two. ! draps my club
handy. den goes at de sound branch wifi
my hatchet. Wifi one eye on de bar
makes de chips fy berry libely. | sinks
de hatchet inter de wood up to de eye at
ebbery lick. Dis chopin SO 'stonish de
bar dat she stop an look. She t'ink dat
my way OBJ shown wat | kin do in a
fight. | chops all de faster.
De ole bar don't stop long. She
comm ag'in. reach, benin mo, git bit
Of rock an fling dat afher. She stop, lif'
one paw and git ready to box. Pze chop
pin wood like de berry ole Harry. De
sound branch amt much ticker dan my
thigh, an | has it bout half off. But
de bar is comm ag'in. fro more little
stone, but dey don't stop her long. kin
on'y git in one, two lick wifi de hatchet
till mus fro anodder stone. But de
bridge is now gittin berry narrow; she
gotter look out fer ter keep her balance an
KANT box at de stones. She gittin cum
min, but she kain't come berry fas'.
Jis' when | almos' got de soun fork
cut of de bar is dar. She is lookin at
me wifi er smile dat mean bizness. Now
Igotter let de chopin go an fight de bar.
In my lef- han takes de spruce club
to use for false motion an make b'lieve.
In my right han takes de hatchet-an
dat is for bis'ness.
De bar is in reach. lif' de club wifi
my lef' han an whacks her on de nose.
She lif up one paw to push de club
away, kaise hole it on her nose right
afore her eyes. Quick as de fash OBJ
lightnin down comes de sharp hatchet,
an de paw dat's on de log is cut off
smack smoove. De bar is almos' fall in
offin de log, but shesabe herself an draw
back outer reach. Den she liF up &c
stump OBJ de leg an look at it. As she is
lookin she begin to bawl.
"De debil is in dat bawlinr sez 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 gotter put
dat well paw out to me. She hate awful
to do it. She feels like she kain't truss
me.
/ Well, she look at me in de face er
while jis' as 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 de
hatchet ready to pull de paw back eft
am goin to strike. Slowlike | lif' de
club ober her head. She roll up her eye
to look at de club. Quick as wink
whacks OFF de oder paw at one stroke OBJ
de hatchet.
Dat time she pooty 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 hatchet. Den she set up ON her
hind quarters, hole up an look at dc
stumps, an begin to cry. My, my, how
she do cryl Den de little ones dey come
outside oh 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.
Seein dem all busy cryin, lsot in ag'iI
wild de chopin. De ole one see wat
was bout, but she KANT help it. She got
all she kim do to stay on de log. But, my,
how she do belleri
| amt mindin dc cryin. | whacks
away on fust one fork oh de tree, den OF
de oder. Wifi de weight oh de bar dt
tree is crackin. Whack, whack goes d.
hatchet. Den rip she goes! Down goel
de tree, bar an all, inter de roarin can
yon hundred foot below. Down, dowI
dey go inter dat rushin millrace. As sh,
go--as she is leabin dc babies-de ol,
mudder bar she glib one awful bawl da
roar in my ears--dat sound high bow
all de ragin OBJ de watahs--den | hea
her no mo-.
Leanin ober de shelf of rock an iool1il
far down below seed de ole bar gi
wrench off'n de log. Den she was whir
ober an ober, an tossed dis away and da
away, for she KANT swim. So de swif
watahs catch her an dey sweep her dow
froo dat roarin millrace cb er canyon
Down, down, an away she go, tossin al
whirlin to'ards de Scotchman.
"And do you pretend to say, Jerry,
cried Uncle Bob Temple, t'that all thi
numbering work went on in the delibe1
ate and heartless way in which you hav
given it to us? My God, man, you've s.
told your story that all our sympathie
are with the bear! 1t makes us wisl
that the good old bear-the kind ant
loving mother that yon butchered b.
inches-had killed you; makes us wisl
that in the very start she had got fai
lick at you and knocked you off you
shelf into the roaring canyon!'
For de Lord sake, don't talk da
away, sahi I wur on'y tellin OBJ da
fight de way it pears to me now-d
way dat / members it, sab. speck
dat rally and truly all dat cuttin a
slashin an all dat bawlin an bellerin wu
ober in bout ten winks.
"Jerry is not to be blamed for what h
did, situated as he was" said Ben Arlt
"Let any one among us suppose himsel
up tree with hatchet in his belt an
q black tree-climbing bear after hin
wouldn't he hack off that bears paw
the moment they came within his reachi
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