The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1893-05-25

KANT be foun pain OATS oper root
| wide-rmt room to turn roun-den for
good piece dar tol'ble wide kline oh shelf.
At las wucks my way clean above
all de rocks. an den comes to some nice
bars an fats ON de crick. finds some
mons'us rich diggins. say muffin to no.
body. De mex Sunday goes up dar wifi
Ratchet to blaze out my claim an put
my location notice on her.
gifts up froo de canyon all right. |
sees no kline obvarmint 'cept lot er big
boot owls. PLACES my claim on de
trees, cuts an drives big stakes, den puts
| up de location notice. make all plain
an strong, kaise wants no 'sputes about
her.
Dis Job done all safe an sure, starts
home down de canyon. | creeps along
de little narrer shelves, sometimes fifty
au oder times hundred foot hove de
roarin watah, an dem walls may be still
mo dan dat high 'bove my head. All
dat time | amt tinkin OBJ no bar.
sometimes looks cross to de oder wall
an sees de big boot owls. Dey settin
| a-winkin an blinkin In de aize OBJ de dark
holes an cabberns OBJ de wall.
Well, while wur a-wuckin my way
down the canyon-sometime hangin ON
to de bushes an rocks--I happens to look
way ahead. Oar, a-slouchin roun a
pint of de wall at er bend. sees err big
| cinnamon bar. 1t wur ober tree hmm
dred yard away an a-comin bout ON a
lebel wifi de shelf | am on. He don't
see me yit. and de mex mint he swing
roun de pint an go out OBJ sight. But
know he is comin--comin a-slouchin
right along.
don't feel oberly contented. Once
t'ink Ill turn an go back. Den say,
WAITS de user I know dat de bar will
obertake me. Mex look at the wall.
1t Is straight up. Jis' by whar | stan,
on little patch of sile, dar stan four or
five spruce trees, but all too bigto cline.
hain't got no gun, no pistol--nuffin but
er jackknife an lie Ratchet in my belt.
| don't want no close fghtin in SIGH
place like dat. One lick Of dat bars
paw will send me down hundred foot
inter de roarin millrace.
Outen de little bunch OBJ spruce trees
one has got blowed down. lays right
cross de canyon. De top end rest on a
| fiat ledge OBJ rock dat stick out OBJ de
oder wall like err shelf. Dat log makes
er bridge bout sixty foot long ober de
awful roarin canyon.
looks at it an | say: "Dar is my
only chance. lie gotter stay hyar an fight
de bar. or fze gotter tackle dat log an git
ober to de oder side OBJ de canyon. De
los goesr
No sooner said dan done. | mounts
de log. De 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 de bar
sence he roun de pint. an say, "Bress
de Lord. I'll git ODER fore he comes in
sightr
wur bout de middle OBJ de log wen
| say dis. Habin still consid 'bul cur os'ty
bout de bar, halts. turns roun an
looks. Fore de Lord, dar wur de bar
on de mex pint OBJ rocks, bout fifty foot
below my log. He wur r'ared up ON his
hind feet an a-starin straight at me wifi
do moas' s'prized spression OBJ counte-
nance dat eber saw bar divulge.
Feelin like dat one look gwine ter sat
erfy me poorly well till git ober to de
oder shore, resume de march an hump
myself tolble libely. Quick as am
ober on de shelf take anoder look, an
de bar Is comm for de butt OBJ de log.
says: Guess I'll jis' light outer hyar.
Oars no sense in standin hyar to 'tice de
critter ober."
But de mint begin ter look bout my
heart turn to dish watah. Den mex my
kneepans rattle togedder. am on a
little shelf OBJ 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 smooye rock
stan forty foot high. Benin me is a
sorter cabbern OATS all dark-a kline OBJ
den fur de boot owls. "Oh, de hebenly
faderl" SEE |, II 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 | don't see
dat he's got any call to come ober to my
side. think he is only amusin hissef
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 sincesee de like OBJ de bar. Den
he start in an bawl. Jis' stan dar an
bawl. "'Fore the Lord" seq l, sis de
bar a-goin crazyf"
But don't ak dat question twice. for
jis' den hears a-whimperin an awhinin
benin me. | turns, an dar. in de dusky
doah OBJ de cabbern, sees stan'in two
fine young cub bars.
'Outer de fry pan inter de fire." SEE
l. "Oh. de debil an Tom Walkerl rze
done gone got inter de den OBJ ole she
bar. an de bar holds de fortr
De "he" was "she." Now seed wat
all de bawlin was bout. Dat pore ole
mudder bar wus SO 'stonished at my im-
perdence she don't know wat ter do
Dat wat make her bawl so. She heller
jis' like a yearlin calf. Gods truf.
Cap'n Ariel Nebber see de likei She
don't like to tackle de log wifi me at de
oder end.
"Come, come, jerry" said Ben Arle.
1.-THE bear didn't stand hawling at the
| butt of the log all day"