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

Of rock an fling dat at her. She Stop. If
one paw aud git ready to box. rze 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 agin. fro more little
stone. but dey don't stop her long. | kin
only git in one. two lick wifi de Ratchet
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 KANT come berry fas'
Jis' when | almos' got de soun fork
cut off 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 mp one paw to push de club
away. kaise hole it on her nose right
afore her eyes Quick as de flash OBJ
lightnin down comes de sharp Ratchet.
an de paw OATS on de log is cut off
smack smoove. De bar is almos' fall in
offin de log. but she sabe herself an draw
back outer reach. Den she lif up de
stump oh de leg an look at it. As she 10
lookin size begin to bawl.
DE debil is in dat bawlinl" 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 upa 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 ont to Inc. She hate awful
to do it. She feels like she KANT 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 ef III let her come
ashore to de babies. Den she creep,
creep for'ard on de log. Den she reach
ont dat paw. but she got her eye on de
Ratchet ready to pull de paw back eff
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 Ratchet,
Dat time she poorly near fall off'n do
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 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.
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 bellerl
| amt mindin de cryin. whacks
away on fust one fork OBJ 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 | 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 che KANT swim. SO de swift
watahs catch her an dey sweep her down
froo dat roarin millrace OBJ 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 have
given it to us? My God, man, you've so
told your story that all our sympathies
are with the bearl 1t makes us wish
that the good old bear--the kind and
loving mother that you butchered by
inches-had killed you: makes us wish
that in the very start she had got fair
lick at you and knocked you off your
shelf into the roaring canyon
For de Lord sake. don't talk dat
away, sab! | wur ony tellin OBJ da,
fight de way it pears to me now-de
way dat | members it. sah specks
dat rally and truly all dat cuttin an
slashin an all dat bawlin an bellerin wur
cher n 'bout ten yinka
Jerry is not to be blamed for what he
did, situated as he was" said Ben Arle.
LET any one among Us suppose himself
up tree with Ratchet in his belt and
black tree-ciE.bing bear after him,
wouldn't he hack off that bears paws
che moment they came within his reach?'