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

one paw and git ready to box. Tze 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
on'y 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 | alnos' 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 10 in reach. lif' de club wifi
my lef' han an whacks her on de nose.
She If up one paw to push de club
away, kase hole it on her nose right
afore her eyes. Quick as de flash oh
hghtnin down comes de sharp Ratchet.
an de paw OATS on de log is cut off
smack snoove. De bar is almos fall III
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 is
lookin she begin to bawl.
"De debil is in dat bawlinw seq |,
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 we'll paw to walk on, an eff she
comes ashore to her babies she gOtter put
dat we'll paw ont to me. 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 tryiM ter see watts
passn III my mind an eff I'll let her come
ashore to de babies. Den she creep.
creep forard on de log. Den she reach
out 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 us wink
whaclis off de oder paw at one stroke OBJ
de hatchet
Dat time she pooty near fall otfu de
log. She come down on her breas', but
her fore legs sorter straddle de log an
she lictch some WAY wifi her hind feet an
pull hersef back berry quick outer reach
Oh de Ratchet. Den she set up on her
hind quarters, hole up an look at de
stulnps, an begin to cry. Ny, my, how
she do cry! Den de little ones dey come
outside oh de cabbern an sot up by me
on de shelf, and dey botf 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 az in
wild de chopin. De ole one see wat !
was bout, but she KANT help il. She got
| all she kin do to stay on de log. But, my,
how she do heller,
| amt mindin de erwin. | whacks
away on fust one fork oh de tree, den on
de oder. VIII de weight oh de bar 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 nillrace. 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 Oh 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 dc log. Den she was whirl
| ober 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'arls 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 il to us: Ny God, man, you've so
told your story that all our sympath;es
are with the bear! 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 tall dot
Away, n"l.. '',.- VA ) telllh Cd ca
fight de way ii pears to me now-d'
way dat | members it, sah. | speck.
dat rally and truly all dat cuttin a,
slashin an all dat bawlin an bellerin VIZ:
ODER III bout ten winks.
Jerry is not to be blamed for what be
did, situated as he was" said Ben Arle
"Let any one among us suppose himself
up tree with hatchet i'll his belt ano
black tree-clinbing bear after him
wouldn't DO hack off that bears paw
the moment tD.yual,le Within his reach!