Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1893-05-04

one has got blowed down. | lays right
cross de canyon. De top end rest on
fiat ledge oh rock dat stick out oh de
oder wall like Ell shelf. Dat log makes
er bridge Dont sixty foot long ober de
awful rOalin canyon.
| looks at it an | say: "Dar is my
on'y chance lie gotter stay hyar an fight
de bar, or rze gotter tackle dat log an git
ODER to de oder side ob de canyon. De
log goesH
No sooner said dan done. | mounts
de log. De log is not berry big, an de
watah way down below dash dis side an
dat side, an rush an splash an roar at
SIGH rate dat done lose my head right
away. Darfore i'll self defense | wur
beeged ter straddle dat log an try fer
ter coon it ober. | amt seen de bar
sence he roun de pint, an | say, Dress
de Lord, I'll git ober fore he comes in
sight"
wur bout de middle oh de log wen
say dis. iiabin still consid 'bul cur os'ty
bout de bar, halts, turns roun an
looks. Fore de Lord, dar wur de bar
on de mex pint oh rocks, bout fifty foot
below my log. He wur r'ared up on his
hind feet an a-starin straight at me wifi
de noas' s'plized spression ob countc
nance dat eber saw IL bar divulge.
Feelin like dat one look gwine ter sat
erfy me poorly we'll till git ober to de
oder shore, resume de march an hump
myself tolble libely. Quick as | am
ober on de shelf take anoder look, an
de b ar is comm for de butt oh de log.
says; "Gues- III jis' light outer hyar
Oars no sense IN standiu hyar to 'tice de
critter ober.
But de mint begin ter look bout my
heart turn TO dish watah. Den mex my
llueepans rattle togedder. | am on IL
little shelf 90 rock bout seben foot wide
an ten foot long. At bolf ends of de
shelf dar comes de straight, snoove
walls, an oberhead de same smoove rock
stan forty foot high. Denim me is Il
sortcr cabOern dal ; all dark-a kline oh
den fur de hoot owls. "Oh, de heDenly
fader!' seq |, II am cotch i'll er trap
Den t'iuk maybe de bar gOt no bus ness
on my side. look, an de bar is at de
butt end Of De log wifi his nose in de air
a-suuf1in ober III me. Still | don't see
dat he's got amy call to come ODER to my
side. t'ink he j, only amusin hissef
VIII looi;in a Ire al woitin 10 see wat
I'm gWine ter 10 mex.
Den de bar reaches mp an puts his
paws on de log an gives snort. Den
dar lac stan. OH de Lord above, an
amt got no .guu! Den he gives anoder
auort. Den he turn 10, an he make de
awIulcst faces wifi his nose. | nebber
afore or since see de like oh de bar. Den
he start il an bavl. Jis stan dar an
bawl Fore the Lord" SEE |, lis de
bar a-Soin crazy
But don't AK dat question twice. for
! jie' uen hears a-wlinperin an a-whiuln
| behia ne. turns. an dar. in de dnskv
! doau oU - cabbern, sees stan'in two
fine young cab bars.
"Outer de fry pam inter de fire" seq
|. "Oh, de deLil IN Tom Walker! Ize
done gone got inter de den ob IA ole she
bar, an de L'ar holds de fort!'
! De "he" WAS "she." Now seed w at
! all de bawin was bout. Dat pore ole
mudder bar wls so 'stoIished at my i'm
I perdence she don't know wat ter do.
Dat wat make her bawl so. She heller
jis' like a yearlin calf. Gods truf,
! Cap'n Arle. Nebber see dc like! She
don't like to tackle de log wifi Inc at de
/ oder end.
Come, come, jerry" said Ben Arle,
/ 1.-THE bear didn't stand bawling at the
butt Of the log all day!
Oh Sc not, sab. All dis wat Tze
tellin bout rally happen in bout six
winks, an | was -tinkin bout twice dat
fas'.
Well, wen de ole mudder bar bawl
dat away few time an de baby bars
whine an whimper, she mount de log an
start cross, say: Now, Mi5tah Jerry
Hawk, look out, sah! Take care oil
yo'sef!
Tze berry libely bout den. Fust grail
! up er spruce limb bout yard long. Den
pulls de hatchet outer my belt, spits
on my han an den squar myself at my
end oh de bridge. | mistrus' dat dar'S
gwne ter be Il fight.
Quick as etber looks at de end OF
de tree whar it res on de shelf oh rock
| uar come INFER my Hedi u SttalcSN
III cut it off. Whar it res on de shei
de tree got two fork, an one ob desc is
crack mos in two, | draps my clul
handy, den goes at de sound branch vii
my Ratchet. WIFI one eye on de bar
makes de chips fly berry libely. | sinks
de Ratchet inter de wood up to de eye at
ebbery lick. Dis chopin 50 'stonish de
bar dat she stop an look, She tink dat
my way oh shown wat kin do in q
fight. chops all de faster.
De ole bar don't stop long. She
comm ag'in. reach behin me, git bi
of rock an fling dat at her. She stop, lii