The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-05-21
Joe and the Rabbits,

want tole you about me an Joe. Wan
| cole day-Monjee, she was more cole day
ike L never see dat gyet-we gon on de
wood for shoot
WALL We go two, tree mile, mebbe, on
de bush, wen we was comm to de Otta-
waw Reever. Joe say. she's good hont-
| ing on 'noder side. on Kebeck Province.
l say, II don't tink 1 want for go. De
tinp'
He say. For wat you max foolish talk
lax dat? For why you no want go? She
| pialntee safe. 1 not 'fraid-me. VOLTA"
an ne go for cross.
Joe, he was mos over, we'en de ice she
break, an he fall on de waiter. Bagosh,
was mos 'fraid he was drown.
| wan teller, he's ieev on shantee noder
side, t'row heem de rope. and pull heem
out, an Joe was ask:
How you feel, Joe?"
Bedamme, I was feel pretty short,
he say, Il don't neyaire touch de bottom
or de top"
He had de hard tam. sure. but ne say.
don't care, me. los de gun, but
am save ma hat an de bouteille
| w'iskee."
De mans she was mos take de At for laf
but Joe no like dat an he say
For why de diable you want laff? She
not so very fonny for feller get drown
jus like moshrat.''
Noder day we go from re shaintee in
| de bush, not jus sam place, for chop
| tree
She was begin snow-was long tam
| since l don't see it snow like dat-an'
every tam we try for get back. we got
more los in de beeg snow-bank Cole?
Bagosh, she was cole for sure; till bimeby
! Joe he max cry lax small babee, an he
have IL all feex up dat he die in de bush.
I'm sorry for poor Joe, and he was so
such leetle garcon, so say:
''Nevaire min. Joe. She not so heal
tee place here, but she's long time away
from die yet"
So 1 am TAX ma axe an I am max
rough shack for push off de cole. She's
not so warm, but she's better dat we
| don't die wit froze. For wan. two day
| We leev in de shack, wen, Monjeei VIC get
so honsree we shall starve eef we don't
get some ting for eat But wat we shall
| do?
We got no gun for shoot--only de axe
| for cut wood.
JUS bout dat tab Joe see leetle rab-
bet as she was jonp on de hole:
| ''Ba QUIZ he say, "eef de rab-bet was
| catch, we be very well satisfy de hon
| ger"
"Restez done Joe" I am say, II tink
| am try somet'ing-we get two tree
some more de rab-bet. mebbe. sure
| She dom TAX long for cut de brush, and
| put it up on top wan leetle hill. 1t max
| beeg pile.
| Now, joe" I say. ''tak' it de match,
an max to lite de brush
For wat you wat do dat?" he say
| queek. an rees look like I was max il
something foolish on de 'ead Il don't
know wat you call dat) but I say en-
core, MAX it to lite, joe"
| Hees do wat I was ask, an we watch
| de beeg fire from de little shaintee. Ba-
gosh, she's max very warm crack lax
she's 20 gun.
VIOLA, de rab-bet!" whispered Joe, very
| h'excite
"Sure! Dey KEEP plaintee comm all de
| tam, encore, often day hole and plaintee
| roder place an max it a ring round de
hill to squat like dey was monkee on she
hin legs on de bottom of de hill. lookin'
| up on fire was on de top.
She was fonny little animal, an was
wonder wat kim ting was max it to do
| like dat.
| Joe was hurry to go for keel some rab-
bet wit beeg stick, but 1 say:
"Ba non, Restez vouse. We don't let
! de cat out from de bag ontil she's ripe.
Bimeby something going happen mebbe
den we do dat, bagosh, wen wtpgot plain
| tee TAM"
De fire was melt de snow on top de hill,
and de melt waiter was rome down on
de rab-bet-den de cole was make it de
waiter she freeze tight. we'en she get de
bottom of de hill, and she hind legs de
| leetle rab-bet was freeze on de ice, so dat
| all de animal she can't rome away. She
| pull and she jomp herself dees way an
| dat way but all de sam she steek tight
on the ice-I tole you dis; ii was long
tam since I don't see such fonny ting
| like dat
Some she's freeze by de hin egs an
some 'noder she's steek by de leetle tail,
but she's all steek. -surel 4
I tink dat was smart ting mesef-me.
"Viens. done Joe" I was holler ''viter'
We TAX it de clob an kill on de cad
wat we want it for eat, an laissez de
rest for rome way. We cook de meat
on long speet on de fire like on shaintee
camboose an go for max satisfy de hon
ger.
Wal, we eat rab-bet two four day,
we'en-wat's dat? I tink I am hear de
dog bark. I tole you OATS nice musique
for poor mans watts freeze an don't want
for eat some rab-bet.
Soon I was laugh on my face for see
Heigneur-dats ma dog-jompin' tdo de
snow-dreef wit hees leetle tail stickin up
on de back, maxim de bark all de tam
jus sam hees gone craZ-ce.
Enfin, some mans from lumber shaintee
com long ma dog benin wit plaintee for
eat an drink. We TAX two-tree coup
w'iskee blanc, an feel lax new mans.
but I blush for sham on de chick we'en
l was tole de beeg shaintee was only
t'welf-nine honder yards way all de tam
But t'ink dat was smart ting me, bout
dat way Joe an me was ketch de rab-
bet-Field and Stream.