The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1893-07-01

CHAPTER Ill.
Well. l lef' off dar whar de ole mud
der bar wur a-foating away down dc
big canyon, a-rollin obet an ODER IN DC
dashin an roarin watahs.
Little while ago feel bad for de ole
Bar when hear her cry, now gotter
feel bad for myself. i am in u bad
tix--in regular fool fix. I've done cut
down de .on'y bridge dat could er got me !
safe away from de spot. Dat may ex-
cape de bar leave myself OH de shelf OBJ
rock hundred foot above de roarin
J watah 1t am dc secon time dat jump
euter dc fry pan inter de fire.
KANT git away from dat little shelf.
I'll 20 to de right all is smoove rock; il
] go to de lef' dar is more smooye rock;
If look ober head it is de same, and be-
hin me is de dark cabbern-de den of
dc bars.
looks up 6s canyon an looks down de
canyon. All is steep wall oh rock an
dashin, roarin watahs. What am.
gwine ter do9 don't know. De thun-
der dat roll up out'n de canyon won't let
me t'ink. 1t boom, boom all de time till
my ears get deaf. Oar sets on de shelf
wifi my chin in 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 account; KANT tell
wat ter do. ketch myself sayin ober
an ober, "Oh, mudder, mudder!' an
a-cryin all dc same like wur little boy
back home in ole Virginny. t'ink
gone fer sure.
Jis' dat mint | feels suffin rub up
ag'in me. looks roitn an it is one Of
de little bars. De fix wur cotch in hab
make me clean fo'git de little baby bars.
looks ut the cabbern an de oder little
one is a-comin out. Den l say, "Hyar
is two mo- OBJ us wat amt go no
mudder." N
Do oder little Teller comes out to me,
an 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 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 t'inkin
bout myself. were awful hungry an
row'ful dry. 1t tease me mo- dan little
to hear all de watah roarin so near, an
! KANT git q drop.
Dem little bars coming up dat away
kinder wake up some of de senses in my
head an sQt mo to loolrin bout. Fust,
I see dat dc sun almos' down. Dat skeer
me, for Ihain't t'ink bout de night afore.
'sOh, de Lord a-massyr seq l, '.aln l
lef' here by de sun an by de light OBJ day
to sleep in dc bar den?''
Dat notion rouse me mighty quick.
Hopin dat somebody might hear me, !
begin to holler. butts boff hans roun
my mont. an jis' faSse up on my tiptoes
an yells, ..Heno!' listens. an all up
an down from de walls Of de canyon
comes back, "Hello! hello! hellov'.
Den don't know for sure if it is
somebody or de rocks dat answer me, 90
ag'insl raise de mighty yell, "Jerry
Hawk in de bar cave!' All up an down
de canyon den hears de cry, Jerry
Hawk in de bar cave! - in de bar
cave!-de. bar cave!'' Den dar comes y
laugh dat makes my blood run cold for
bout ,er mint. It say, "Oh, o-o-o-ho!
ali. ha, ha!' 1t is de rocks dat talk
back-nufin but de rocks-an dat laf-
fin is only debilish squeach owl, SO
-hollers away. holler in ebber kin oh
way-to'ar de las like boot owl,
like a painter and like kioter. De
little Bars looks at me quite s'prized-
dey tink am goin crazy, an dey amt
fur wrong.
Mex de cabbern comes inter my head.
Oar may be some way out dat way or
mp froO it. So goes in, an all is dark
no light OBJ de sky shinin in anywhar. I
strike6a match. De cave Is ten foot
cross, nearly roun, an smoove on all
sides. Not a hole fur rat to git out.
sees dat de baby bars gotter mighty fine
nes' in dar. It's big pile OBJ leaves an
grass dat de ole ono have carried from
de goodness know how fur away. While
am lookin de two babies come in an
curl down in dc nes'.
go out on de shelf, an it is gittin dark.
stan an hello, hello, hello till my frost
git sore. De only answer l kin git Il
from de focks-dat debil in de rocks
an de boot owls. On one side de shelf
is pile up moas' 90 lie top OBJ de spruce
tree. 1t have struck dc face OBJ de cliff
smash up an tumble down in heap.
git some OBJ dis, build bonfire, and den
hollers more-sOme de boys from d,
Scotchmsn crick may be lookin fer me
All kin hear is dem debilish rocks an d,
"Woo-hoo-hoo-h oo-wowy OBJ de hoo
owls. Oar is plenty oh dat goin on al
up an down de canyon. Lord a-massy
how did wish had wingsl
Mex l gifts down ON my knees dar b,