The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1907-02-23
Vine Sprouts In Sleeping Bear

I that riggin', says Sim, gettin' narvous.
Don't We dast to or yell git eat up.
Tunderation, We couldn't kill sparrer
wi them pellits.
But Ace was too het up to take
advice, even m an Of friend, an on
he hypered up the mountain after
the bar, which was leggin' it two
thutty an hangin' onto the ham bone
like all possessed.
Ace want turrible pert runner he
was s. fat, but he was s. mad this
time that he overlook the bar b'fore
f! he'd gone half mile and let her
silver right into his side. A mess O.
hair went up in the wind and down the
varmint tumbled. But it was on'y for
a secont. B'fore We cold say Jack
Robinson, he was up an off, leavin'
Ace standin' there like bump on a
log. He said right out loud a number
O. things that want jest orthodox an
then went back to camp, beatin' the
gun on the ground ev'ry time he
sweared
wal, the bar never came around
again, an they both thought he was
dead till next spring when the curious
est thing happened. Ace and Sim was
back up to POrter's Hump loggin'
| when one Sunday whilst t was still
| COZ and mean they went out t. see if
they co'ldnt shoot partridge er suthin'
but there want a partridge in sight,
and when they got a Smuggler's Notch
they seen a sight O. rabbit tracks goin'
into the morh # cave an Ace
stopped over t. peak in.
Land sakes alive!' says he, stand
in as 'ough he was rooted an speakin'
soft. I never seen the likes O. this
Sim he looked an was most struck
dumb. There was three rabbits nib
bin at some nice fresh pea vines
an tryin' t reach mess o. pods that
| was climbin' up a stack O. brush. I'm
der the brush was Aces bar, Jest
! endin' up his winters snooze and
breathin' hard, the way they do fore
they wake. They looked keerful an
seen that the peas was CROWN right
| out the bars hide and was dom
| splendid considerin' the cave was mid
dim dark for gardnin'.
LIT was jest as plain as the nose on
your face. Ace had shot the varmint' s
fur chock full peas an in order t.
get EN- out fore he hOled up he'd
| rubbed around till he plastered himself
wi earth. Then he crawled under the
brush an snOOZed He was hot, nat
u'ally, an l s'pose, he sweat some so
the peas swelled an took rhut an
grOwed. Come spring the rabbits
found them and | reckon it was them
rasslin' round or the men talkin' that
| made the OF bar sctan I'D whilst
| they was lOokin' at him so s'prised
they co'ldnt shoot.
Anyhow, he lit right out by 'em
!, carryin' the brush pile wi a rabbit
| wiggin' desprit to get out of it an
| hypered off down the Notch. He hadn't
gone far b'fore Ace an Sim come to
their senses an took after him. but
he'd have got away sartin' if it hadn't
been for the peas an brush. The vines
ketched in aome saplings an pulled
at the bars hide so he hollered fright
full, but he didn't yell long, for Ace
ran up, poked his shootin' iron against
his ribs an put him out O. misery.
wal, they had to skin the cuss
right there for there want no way O.
kuttin' the pea vines out O. his hide,
an when they'd done this they picked
most a peck O. pods. The peas in 'em
was fustrate eatin' bein' fat an tender
as 'Ough they'd crowd in a dollhouse,
but the pods was tough an curious.
They was lined wi hair, long an co'se
an jest black like the bars They
was turrible wiery, too, so they dried
EN- after spreadin' 'em out fiat an
used 'em to line their mitten with"