Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1893-05-11

gifts inter dc rope, an dcU hdWS me up.
1t is Monday. All day watch an
holler, but nobody on'v de debil in de
rocks make answer. As | am on de
norf side of de CANYON de sun almos'
roas' me all day, but | mus stay ont on
de shelf. BY dis time / am powful hun
CRY, and so dry dat de soun oh de watah
jis below in de canyon sets me almos'
crazy. Dat night / ag'in curl up wifi
de baby bars. am so hungry an dry
dat | don't sleep much. De babies
gittin hungry too Dey wur a-suckin at
my fingers all de night. Dem babies
boder Inc mon little.
Tuesday mornin is come. Tuesday
pass bout de same like Monday, on'y Tze
mo- hungry an so dry dat | am bout
'stracted. De babies am a-whinin
heap. Dey miss de pore ole NANNY
still de little fellers try to be cheerful,
Wen | am settin in de sun on the shelf
dey come an play roun an cline ober
me. One is Il boy baby an de oder is IA
girl. De boy is de biggest an latest.
but de little girl pear like she got de
moas' cunnin ways wifi her. an she berry
affexenit wifi me. De babies kin stan
bein dry an hungry better dan | kin,
kaise it am de natur oh bar to hole up in
cabberns an not eat all winter.
Tuesday night don't sleep any but
foo little catnaps. | hev powful bad
dreams. All night am wrastlin on de
aige OBJ de shelf wifi de lnudder bar. She
comes up outer de watah. She is all
wet. She shake herself; den she hole
out de stulnps; den'she begin for to cry,
but she comes at me all de same, an she
ray, Jerry Hawk, eff you git my house
IN babies you gotter wrastle wifi me for
dem" Den she fro de stumps bout my
neck, all bloody as dey is. Den we
wrastle. Awful, awful wrastlin! She
is pow'ful at wrastlin. She roll her eye
balls, pant in my face, an in spite OBJ me
she drag me TO de aige Oh de shelf. Den
ober we go! We fall, fall, fall. No
end to de fallin an de roarin OBJ de wa
tab. Inter de watah we goes. Den we
goes down, down, down fro de watah,
an she whisper i'll my ear dat she gwine
ter take Inc to de debil to git my hans
an feet chop otf'n me.
Wednesday mOrnin. Dis day | woke
but | KANT holler none. ! am plumb
scouraged. De boys haint foun de ole
o ar and dey won't lind Inc. mo, neb-
Der, nebber, nebber. De bones oh Jerry
Hawk mus lay i'll the bar cabbern till
Gabriel comes an blow de horn" | say
dis an den ! set down wifi my head on
my knees. De watah is roarin, an | SAYS
like | WIS i'll a dream, "Watah, watah;
oh, give me watah." Pears Jis' like |
am gwine ter fo'git myself an jumpright
down among all dat watah. mus wet
my mopf wit suf1in.
Den de baby bars dey comes an plays
roun-de little boy an girl, as call dem.
AS dey plays roun looks at deIn-mo'
an mo- l looks at dem. | looks mostly
at de little girl. Den / gifts out my
knife an feels de aige, De little girl
don't know de ugly bisness OATS in my
mind. She come an she git up in my
lap to play. Den | feels bout de neck
Oh de baby for de right spot. "Swish"
de blade is i'll de vein, an red stream
is pourin.
Dat ebenin | skin de little one dat is
dead, make "a fire an roas' some of her.
De little boy cry for some, so let him
suck down seberal pieces OBJ fat am
'spectin dat it's gwine ter be his turn
fore long. sleep well dat night, an so
do de little boy. De ole mudder don't
come up outer de watah to wrastle wifi
me.
Thursday mornin. am feelin poorly
strong today. | make a smoke on de
shelf an holler good deal, but only
| dem sebon debils in de rocks holler back.
| While am settin tinkin if de Lord is
| still seen Inc it all at once comes TO me
| to write whar | am an send de letter
down de canyon. | have a pencil an
sum of de paper wat use ter fix de notice
| oh de claim. KANT write much, but
| kin print it out, So fix de letter tellin
whar | am. De mischief den wur to send
de letter. If tie it to piece OBJ de spruce