The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1893-06-24

awful roarin canyon. s9 80 A
y looks = it-an I say: ~Dar is. my
on'y chance. lie gotters stay hyar an fight
de bar or Tie gotter tackle. dat log an git
ober 70 a. oder side OBJ de canyon. Do
log goss"
No sooner said dan done. l mounts
de log. Do 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 in self defense wur
bleeged ter straddle dat log an try fer
ter coon it ober. amt seen dc bar
sence he roun de pint. an say, "Bress
de Lord, I'll git ober fore he comes in
sightv'
wur bout de middle OBJ de log wen
say dis. Habin still consid bull curiosity
bout dc 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 rared up on his
hind feet an a.starin straight at me wifi
de moas' s'prized spression oh counte-
nance dat cher saw bar divulge.
Feelin like dat one look gwine ter sat
erfy me poorly we'll till git ober to do
oder shore, resume de march an hump
myself tol'ble libely. Quick as am
ober OH de shelf take anoder look, an
de bar is comm for de butt oh de log.
says: "Guess I'll jis' light outer hyar.
Oars no sense in standin hyar to 'tice dc
critter ober."
But de mint begin ter look bout my
hoo rf fr1v.11 frN Ayc1, oto1
kneepans rattle togedder. l am on q
little shelf oh rock bout seben foot wide
an ten foot long. At boff ends of de
shelf dar comes de straight, smoove
walls, an Oberhead de same smoove rock
stan forty foot high. Benin me is
sorter cabbern dat's all dark-a kline OBJ
den fur de hoot owls. ooh, de hebenly
faderv SEE l, 81 am cotch in er trapi"
Den think maybe de bar got no business
on my side. look, an de bar is at de
butt end of de log wifi his nose in de air
a-snuffin ober at me. Still l don't see
dat he's got any call to come ober to my
side. tink he is on'y amusin hisse'f
wifi loOkin at me an waitin to see wat
I'm gwine ter do mex.
Den de bar reaches up an puts his
paws on de log an gives snort. Den
dar he stan. Oh, de Lord above, an
amt got no gun! Den he gives anoder
snort. Den he turn to, an he make de
awfulest faces wifi his nose. nebber
afore or since see de like OBJ de bar. Den
he start IL ar hawl Jis' stan dar an
bawl. "'Fore the Lord" seq I, sis dc
bar a-goin crazy?"
But don't AK dat question twice, for
jis' den hears a-whimperin an a-whinin
benin me. turns. an dar, in de dusky
dOah OBJ de cabbsrn, sees stanin two
fine young CUP bars.
Coulter de fry pan inter de fire." seq
l. "Oh, de debil an Tom Walker! TIE
done gone got inter de den OBJ ole she
bar, an de bar holds de fort!''
De ''he" was ''she.' Now seed wat
all do bawlin was bout. Dat pore ole
mudder bar WINS so 'stonished at my inn
perdence she don't know wat ter do.
Dat wat make her bawl 80. She heller
jis' like yearlin calf. Gods truf,
Cap'n Arle! Nebber see dc iikel She
don't like to tackle de log wifi me at do
oder end.
"Come, come, jerry" said Ben Arle,
''the bear didn't stand bawling at the
butt Of the log all day!"
OBJ cou'se not, sab. All dis wat To
tellin bout rally happen in bout six
winks, an was a-t'inkin bout twice dat
fas'.
Well, wen de ole mudder bar bawl
dat away few time an de baby b'ars
whine an whimper, she mount de log an
start cross. say: ''Now, Mistah Jerry
Hawk. look out, sahl Take care oh
yo'se'fr
rse berry libely bout den. Fust grab
up er spruce limb bout yard long. Den
pulls do Ratchet outer my belt, spits
ON my hams an den squar myself at my
end OBJ de bridge. l inistrus' dat dsr's
gwine ter be a fight.
Quick as ebber looks ct de end oh
de tree whar it res on de shelf OBJ rock
dar come inter my head er strategy
Ill cut it off. Whar it res ON de shelf
de tree got two fork, an one oh desc is
crack mos in two. ! draps my club
handy, den goes at de sound branch VIII
my Ratchet. VIII one eye on de bar I
makes de chips fly berry ibely. sinks
de Ratchet inter de wood up to de eye at
ebbery lick. Dis chopin so 'stonish de
bar dat she stop an look. She think dat
my way oh shown wat kin do in .
fight. chops all de faster.
De ole bar don't stop long. She
comm ag'in. reach benin me, git bit
of rock an fling dat at her. She stop, lif'
one paw and git ready to box. TIE chor,-