The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1893-05-25
outer de fry nan inter de FIRE.

III go to de right all Is smoove rock; IL
go to de lef' dar Is more smoove rock;
IL look ober head il Is de same, and be-
hin me is de dark cabbern-de den OF
de bars
looks upd de canyon an looks down de
canyon All Is steep wall OBJ rock an
dashin, roarin watahs. What am I
gwine ter do? don't know De thun-
der dat roll up out'n de canyon won't let
me tink. 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 accent; l KANT tell
wat ter do. | ketch myself sayin ober
an ober. "Oh, mudder, mudderi" an
a-cryin all de same like wur little boy
back homo in ole Virginny. t'ink I
gone fer sure.
Jis' dat mint l feels suffin rub up
ag'in me. looks roun an it is one of
de little bars. De fix wur cotch in hab
make me clean fo'git de little baby bars.
looks at the cabbern an de oder little
one is a-comin out. Den | say, "Hyar
Is two mo- OBJ us wat amt go no
mudder."
De 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 no dan little
to hear all de watah roarin 80 near, an
KANT gift drop.
Dem little bars coming up dat away
kinder wake up some Of de senses in my
head an sot me to lookin bout. Fust,
I see dat de sun almos' down. Dat skeer
me, for haint t'ink bout de night afore.
"Oh. de Lord a-massyr' SEE |, Fam
lef' here by de sun an by de light OBJ day
to sleep in de bar den?'
Dat notion rouse me mighty quick.
Hopin dat somebody might hear me, l
begin to boiler. puts boff hans roun
my mouf, an jis' raise up on my tiptoes
an yells, "Hellor' | listens, an all up
an down from de walls Of de canyon
comes back, Hello! hellol hellor'
Den don't know for sure if it Is
somebody or de rocks dat answer me, so
ag'in | raise de mighty yell, Jerry
Hawk in de bar caver' All up an down
de canyon den hears de cry, Jerry
Hawk in de bar cavel - in de bar
cave!-de bar cave!' Den dar comes
laugh dat makes my blood run cold for
bout er mint. 1t say, "Oh, o-o-o-hol
ah, ha, har' 1t is de rocks dat talk
back-nuffin but de rocks-an dat laf-
fin is on'y debilish squeach owl, so
hollers away. holler in ebber kin OBJ
way-to'ards de las like a boot owl,
like a painter and like kioter. De
little bars looks at me quite sprized--
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
up froo it. SO goes in, an all is dark
no light oh de sky shinin in anywhar.
strikes match. De cave is ten foot
cross, nearly roun, an smoove on all
Sides Not hole fur a rat to git out
sees dat de baby bars gotter mighty fine
mes in dar. 1t is big pile OBJ leaves an
-
de goodness know how fur away. While
am lookin de two babies come in an
curl down in de mes.
| go out on de shelf. an it is gittin dark.
stan an hello, hello hello till my froat
git sore. De on'y answer | kin git is
from de rocks-dat debil in de rocks
an dc boot owls. On one side de shelf
is pile up moas' OBJ de top oh de spruce
tree. II have struck de face OBJ de cliff.
smash up an tumble down in q heap. l
git some OBJ dis, build bonfire, and den |
hollers more-some de boys from de
Scotchman >crick may be lookin fer me.
All kin hear is dem debilish rocks an de
"Woo-hoo- hoo oo-wowr oh de boot
owls. Oar is plenty OBJ dat goin on all
up an down de canyon. Lord a-massy,
how did wish | had wings!
Nex' gifts down on my knees dar by
de fire on dat shelf, in plain sight of dc
Lord, an ! AK him fer ter consider dc
sitervation an do de berry bes' he kin fer
me. prays to him good and strong
tryin to lif' mp my voice above de roarin
watahs.
Wen | kin t'ink oh no mo- to say-de
case bein poorly well kivered-l cries out
wifi u mighty voice, "Oh, Lord, look
down on me, de sinner, an hab mercy"
Dat minit--pop-def full moon comes up.
Oar is de great smilin face lookin at me
from between de forks OBJ de peaks of de
big Fall Crick mountain! Dat so excite
an cheer me dat cry out. at is de face
OBJ de Lordr' takes comfurt OBJ it bein
a sign dat de Lord he see me an Whar
am.
Bout den it comes inter my head dat
de ole mudder bar gwine ter be dc
means OBJ savin me. am sartin dat she
is drowned. Den she will float down
froo. de canyon to de Scotchman, whar
all de boys is minin. Mex she gwine ter
git lodged in one OBJ de big fumes, an de
boys will find her an say, Somebody
bin habbin awful bar fghtr' Den de
cunnel-ef he amt up ON de mountain
will speak up an say. "For hundred
ounces dat's de wuck Of my missin boy,
Jerry Hawk Den dey call de dogs,
and all hans come up de canyon an
git me.
| Dis kalkerlation pears ter me SO sure
| dat seq, DE goud Lord he have whis-
| pered it to mer' Wen gifts dat notion
goes right inter de cabbern an crawl
| inter de bars nest, for wants ter be up
berry airly in de mornin. kaise de boys,
gwine ter be coming. De baby bars dey
snuggles up to me, an | puts an arm
roun each of dem; den, wifi dar heads on
my breas', falls asleep.
/ Wen wakes up mex mornin de sun