The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1905-11-10
AN here's where | git my ides.

| An here's where l git my idee.
run ag in big bar one time, over back
o. the Knob, an he scooted fer to md
sharpenin tree. l follered the trail
an come to where the bar had found
the tree, an he was whettn' his toe
nails on to it TO beat all.
But I see that the tree was sock
in big white oak that'd be worth nice
sum to be If had it to mill, an so
| didn't wait minute, but pitched into
that bar an had him down an tied in
less than no time. Then what does
do but fell that tree, an, hitchin' bruin
to the log, made the critter yank it in
ten mile to Holidays MILL
Uncle Jason stopped to take a
chaw o. tobaoker, an if | remember
right Ellis Sam said that he has
worked for Holiday ever sence the mill
was built over there, an how in the
world the fetchin' o. that log in by
Uncle Jason's bar had come to slip his
mind was more than he could say. or
somethin' like that. If Ellis Sam DID
say it, Uncle Jason didn't try to refresh
him memory any, but by an by says:
Course, in this here favored land
of our'n, says he, 'imber's as thick as
hay in medder, SO that our bar kin
have their pick O. trees to sharpen
their claws on when they're gittin'
ready to fight; but see them bar as
lives up in them Ar'tic regions.
"'They hain't got nothin' but one
SOLITARY lone stick O. timber to whet
their toe nails on to. Jes' one solitary
stick. An where is that un?
AHA! That's what these folks like
Peary has been tryin' to diskiver fer
more'n a hundred years, an it's what
they won't diskiver not till they foller
my idee, fer that stick O. timber is
nothin' else but that consumed old
north pole' says Uncle Jase, an Simon
got down often the tobacker pail,
kicked his old dog out into the road,
an says:
"'Oh, you pshaw, Jase! You pshaw!
can though Simon didn't git back
on to the pail ag'in, l noticed that he
was keerful to set 1t under the coun-
ter.
""fhat's that consarned Old north
pole says Uncle Jase, snappin' his fin
gers to Simon's old dog to coax him
back in ag'in, n jest cause none o.
these fellers that's been tryin' to find
it didn't know bar is the reason that
they hain't never found it, an none Of
'em won't never find 1t, neither till
they Farm bar!
at kin go up there an find that pole
so quick it'd make their head SWIM
says Uncle Jase How'd I, do it? Why,
I wouldn't fill every polar bar with
lead that showed up afore me, like
these fellers does, but I'd mark down
the fust one that headed north, an I'd
keep as close to them heels o. his'n as
1 could, fer I'd know that he was
sp'ilin' fer fight an was diggin' fer
that north pole to put an edge on his
claws.
can I'd ketch him at 1t. An III
git my rope around him in the shape
Of lambs tail. An I'd chop down
that burned old stub there's been so
much fuss about, an I'd hitch the bar
to it an make him yank it to the ship!
" That's how I'd do it, says Uncle
Jason.
Eyes, sir!' says he. 'Peary kin sail
around up there, jabbin' roariu' wal
rus an spoutin' whales amongst the
icebergs an the freezin' billers till the
seacows come home, but he won't never
git no higher to the north pole than he
is now unless he follers up my idee,
an you kin tell him SOL says Uncle
Jase, shakin' of his heal tremendous.
'That was the idee Uncle Jase got
rid of over to the Eddy t'other day,
that been ponderin' on" said the man
from the Knob country, can seems to
me it ought to be took up an pushed"
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