The Conshohocken Recorder, October 6, 1893

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VOL. XXIV, NO. 31. CONSIIOIIOCKKX, OCTOBEE <), 1893. $1.00 PEE YEAR IX ADVANCE,
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lilt'- daughter climbed apnn my knc
ild, with an air of Kraal myataiT1
i 'lit I.I toll >nii, papa,
'•it I mwM whisper ii rinse in \ our aar,
I (liin'i > mi speak nf Ic. papa dear,
.^ir there's nnbmly kmnra hul niiunma.
"1 »\in very rlcli! Wry rich Indeed!
i haws far more money than I HIIMII nccdl
I rilnntrd my mqne) today
Twentty new JM-IInit■•». nil of them mine,
_id n||V Uttl. silver pies n 11 <■< I ii illme
I tfot from my itrwiiilpapit i;ray.
1 bav. I'duri'in tl«krl* end nov three cent,
i iiinrl.TK. though on.of ihem'abent,
'Ami. PHI«» rleur, aoawthing "till Iwtter—
II " bite dollars, Drt one of thxmoldl|
Ai om beautiful piece of gold
That cam. In mi Uncle 'liun'K li-iiir."
Thi-n -'• clomped her HIIIHII hands, laughed
and .ir.
I*u ■ *•»>" lips down clime to my ear
(Oh.no lovely the fair, curly beadth
-Am I not very j-l<-l>? Now. ansivi-r mo tru«.
Am I not richer | f„r richer-than TOOJ
Whisper. paJ-aV ah,, artlessly said.
I looked nt her fijR,, „„ yo„ng nm, m fu|r.
1 thought "User life untouched by care.
Anil l*ald, with a happy High,
As my lip* touched softly her waiting car:
You are Exceedingly rich, my daughter dear!
TeD thousand times richer than K"
— Young People
Contlr.u-.d from lu.'l irerk.
The BlaGK Mountaineer
By DAS DEQUILLE
JNO sooner siuil ilan done. I mounts
de log. De log i* nut bBny'Mgi an de
watah my down below dasfa ilis side an
ilatsiile.au rush an splash an rotr at
siclia rate Sat 1 done lose my head right
aw.iv. Darfore in self defense 1 wnt
Moagsd ter straddle dat log an try for
*«r coon it oiior. 1 ain't seen de bar
eence lie roun de pint) an 1 say, '-Ureas
de Lord, I'll git ober 'fore ho comes in
sight!"
1 wur 'bont de middle ob de log w'en
I say dis. Habin still con.sid'hul cnr'os'ty
'bout de b'ar, 1 halls, turns roun an
looks. 'Fore de Lord, dar wnr de b'ar
i de nex' p'int ob rocks, 'bout fifty foot
Jow my log. He wur r'ared up on his
. feet an a-starin straight at me wif
noas' s'prized spression ob counte-nance
dat I eber saw a b'ar divulge.
, Feelin like dat one look gwine ter sat-
Wfy me pooty well till 1 git ober to de
Yler shore, 1 resume de inarch an hump
yse'f tol'ble libely. Quick as 1 sm
./tier on de shelf 1 take anoder look, an
tie b'ar is comin for de bntt ob de log.
Aays: "Guess I'll Jis' light outer hyar.
Dar's no sense in standin hyar to 'tice de
, critter ober."
" But de minit I begin ter look "bout my
heart turn to dish watah. Den mn' my
kneepans rattle togedder. I am ou a
little shelf ob rock 'bout seben foot wide
an ten foot long. At boff ends of de
shelf dar comes de straight, smooTe
' walls, an oberhead de same ftmoove rock
'an forty foot high. Benin iue is a
.liter cmbbern dat's all dark —a kine ob
ien far de hoot owls, "(lb, di bebenly
'sder!" sez 1, "1 am cotch in er trap!"
Ira 1 t'ink maybe de b'ar got no "ons'iiess
jn my side. I look, an de b'ar is at de
>utt end of de log wif his cose in de air
snnflin ober at me. Still I don't see
.t he's got any call to come ober to my
.de. 1 t'ink he is on'y amnsin hisse'f
tif lookin at me an waitiu to see w'at
in gwine ter do nex'.
(Den de b'ar reaches up an puts his
■s on de log an gives a snort. Den
«r lie stan. Oh, de Lord a bore, an 1
■n't got no gun! Den he gives winder
nort. Den he turn to, an he make de
• wfulest faces wif his nose. I pebb>»r
ore since see de like ob de b'af. Den
i im in an bawl. Jis' stan dar an
•awl. - 'Fore the Lord," sex I, "is de
'w a-goin crazy?"
But I don't ax dat question twice, for
' den I hoars a-wbimperln an a-whinin
S.-hin me. I turns, an dar. in deduskr
>ali ob de cabbern, I sees stuu'itt two
«*ne young cnb b'ars.
^Outer* de fry pan inter do fire." set
"Oh, de debil an Tom Walker! I'ze
/tii' gone got inter de den ob a ole she
ar, an de b'ar holds de fort!"
De "he" was a "she." Now I seed w'at
le bawlin was "bout. Dat pore ole
adder b'ar win so 'stonished at my im-lerdcnce
she don't know w'at ter do.
tt w'at make her bawl so. she beller
a yearlin calf. God's truf,
v I .le! Nebber see de hkel She
•> to tackle de log wif me at de a.
-, come, Jerry," said Ben Arle,
•the bear didn't stand bawling at the
atiof t' log all day!"
G. ' >e not, sah. All dia w'at I'ze
vellii oout r'ally happen in 'bout six
Winks, an i wa-sa-t'inkin 'bont twice dat
fas'. • • •
\ Well, ~-'en de ole inndder b'ar bawl
.at a-w„ few time an de baby b'ars
Thine an whimper, she monut de log an
tart 'cross. I say: "Now, Mistah Jerry
lawk, look out, sah! Take care ob
yo'se'f!"
I'ze berry liliely 'bont den. Fnst I grab
' .p er spruce limb 'bout yard long. Den
pulls de hatchet outer my belt, spite
■n my linn's an den sqnar inyse'f at my
jnd ob de bridge. 1 mistrus'dat dar's
•' ter be a fight.
[lick as ebber I looks at de end ob
ttteo whar it res' on de shelf *t> T" ''
coVne inter my head i I
[cut« off. Whar it res'op d »hef
i tree g<pt two fork, at -se is
ack mtjs' in two. I drape my club
andy, djen goes at de sound bran, h wif
y hatchet. Wif one eyo on de '>'ar 1
uiakes de chips fly berry '.' ■•'■■ J sinks
le hatchet inter de wood u, ■• "ye at
bbery lick. Dis choppin so 'stonisb. de
j'ar dat she stop an look. She t'irk dat
my way ob showin w'at I kin do in a
'ight, I chopsall.de faster.
„le b'ar don't stop long. She
a 'in 1 reach behin me, git bit
i ;.n fling dal at her, She stop, UT
w and Kir ready to IHIT,. Pn ohop>
!„„ wood like de berry ole Harry. De
aonnd branch ain't innch ticker dan my
thigh, an 1 has it "bont half off. But
de bar is i-oniin ag'in. I fro more little
■tone, but dey don't slop her long. I kin
i.n'v git in one, two lick wif de hatchet
till 1 tuns' fro anodder stone. But do
bridge is now gittin berry narrow; she
got ter look out for ter keep her balance an
kain't box at de stones. She gittin cun-nin.
but she kain't come berry fas'.
Jis' when I alums' got de sonn fork
cut off de bar is dar. She is lookin at
me wif er sniilu dat mean bizness. Now
I gotter let de choppin go an fight de b'ar.
In my let" hau 1 takes de spruce club
to use for false motion an make b'lieve.
In my right ban 1 takes de hatchet—an
dat is for bis'ness.
De b'ar is in reach. 1 lif* de club wif
my Iff ban an whacks her on de nose.
She 1 if" up one paw to push de club
away, kaise I hole it on her nose right
afore her eyes. Quick as de flash ob
ligbtoin down comes de sharp hatchet,
an de paw dat's on de log is cut off
■mack smoove. De b'ar is alums' fall in
offin de log, but shesabe herse'f an draw
back outer reach. Den she lif up de
stump ob de leg an look at it. As she is
lookin she begin to bawl.
"De debil is in dat-bawlin!" sez 1,
kaise it set decubs to whimperin. When
de cubs begin to whine an squall de ole
one start for me agin. She comes
a-moaniu along on tree legs. She kain't
now put up a paw to box. She gotter
hev de well paw to walk on, an ef she
comes ashore to her babies she gotter put
dat well paw out to me. She hate awful
to do it. She feels like she kain't truss
me.
Well, she look at me in de face er
while jis' as if she tryiu ter see w'at's
passin in my mind an ef I'll let her come
ashore to de babies. Den she creep,
creep for'ard on de log. Den she reach
out dat paw, but she got her eye on de
hatchet ready to pull de paw back ef 1
am goin to strike. Slowlike I lif de
club ober her head. She roll up her eye
to look at de club. Quick as wink I
whacks off de oder paw at one stroke ob
de hatchet.
Dat time she pooty near fall offn de
log. She come down on her breae', but
her fore legs sorter straddle de log an
she ketch some way wif her hind feet an
pull herse'f back berry"quick""outer reach
ob de hatchet. Den she set up on her
lima/ quarters, hole n> an look at de
stumps, an begin to cry. My, my, how
she do cryl Den de little ones dey come
outside ob de cabbern an sot up by me
on de shelf, and dey boff begin to cry
awful when dey see dar mammy. Dat
make de ole one cry all de harder.
Seein dem all busy cry in. I sot in ag'in
wid de choppin. De ole one see w'at I
was'bout, but she kain't help it. She got
all she kin do to stay on de log. Bnt, myj,
how she do beller!
1 ain't mindin de cryin. I whacks
away on fust one fork ob de tree, den on
de oder. Wif de weight ob de b'ar de
tree is crackin. Whack, whack goes de
' hatchet. Den rip she goes! Down goes
de tree, b'ar an all, inter de roarin can-yon
a hundred foot below. Down, down
dey go inter dat rush in mill race. As she
go—as she is leabin de babies—de ole
mudder b'ar she gib one awful bawl dat
roar in my ears—dat sound high 'bove
all de ragin ob de wataha—den I hear
her no mo'.
Leanin ober de shelf of rock an lookin
far down below I seed de ole b'ar git
wrench offn de log. Den she was whirl
ober an ober, an tossed dis a-way and dat
a-way, for she kain't swim. So de swift
watahs catch her an dey sweep her down
froo dat roarin millrace ob er canyon.
Down, down, an away she go, tossin an
whirlin to'ards de Scotchman.
"And do you pretend to say, Jerry,"
cried Uncle Bob Temple, "that all this
murdering work went on in the deliber-ate
and heartless way in which you have
given it to us? My God, man, you've so
told your story that all our sympathies
are with the bear! It makes us wish
that the good old bear—the kind and
loving mother that you butchered by
inches—had killed you; makes us wish
that in the very start she had got a fail
lick at you and knocked you off yom
shelf into the roaring canyon!"
For de Lord sake, don't talk dat
a-way, sah! I wnr on'y tellin ob dat
fight de way it 'pears to me now—da
way dat I 'members it, sah. I specks
dat r'ally and truly all dat cuttin an
slnshin an all dat bawlin an bellerin wur
ober in 'bout ten winks.
"Jerry is not to be blamed for what he
did, situated as he was," said Ben Arle.
"Let any one among ns suppose himself
np a tree with a hatchet in his belt and
a black tree-climbing bear after him,
wouldn't he hack off that bear's paws
the moment they came within his reach?"
Yes, t'ank you, Cap'n Arle. De fac'
is ef I hain't cut an slash like I do dat
nasty sabbage ob she b'ar would er got
on de shelf an rip me inter ribbons in
jis' half er minit. I jis' nat'rally hab to
take de 'vantage like you see me do. Ef
Mistah Temple gwine ter git mad wif
me 'bout doin what I kain't help I bet-ter
not go on wif de story, kaise dar's a
lot mo' of t'ings what happen afore I git
outer dat scrape dat make me feel bad
to dis day.
"Well, Jerry," said Uncle Bob, "go
on and tell the story in your own way."
Yes, sah, Mistah Temple, t'ank you.
Dat am de on'y way I kin tell it, but 1
s'picions dat yer gwine ter be mad wif
me ag'in afore I gits froo.
CHAPTE1! ill.
Well, I b'f" off dur wljur de ole mud-der
b'ar wnr a-floating nwiiy down de
big canyon, a-rollin obei r in de
ilashin an roarin watahs,
Little while ago 1 feel bail fur de ole
b'ar when I heir ln-r OTJ . now i gottel
feel bad for myself. I am in a had
fix*—in a regular fool fix I've done cut
down de on'y bridge dat could er got me
safe away from de spot. Dat I may ex-cape
de b'ar I leave myse'f on de shelf ob
rock a hundred foot above de roarin
watah. It am de secon time dat I jump
outer de fry pan inter de fire.
1 kain't git away from dat little shelf.
If 1 go to de right all is smoove rock; if
I go to de lef dar is more smoove rock;
if 1 look ober head it is de same, and be-hin
me is de dark cabbern—de den of
iL Ik'ura
fcryin toliT up my voice above do roarin
Watahs.
W'I-II I kin t'ink ob DO mo' to say—do
ca ■ bein pooty well Idvered—I cries out
wif a mighty voioe, "Oh, Lord, look
down on mi-, de sinner, an hab mercy!"
Dat minit—pop—dafttl] moon conies up.
Dar is da great smilin face lookin at me
from between de forks,ob de peaks of de
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i.rt*. ..„ ,/,. ,,,,„,.
I looks np de canyon an looaa uown uo
canyon. All is steep wall ob rock ay
dashiu. roarin watahs. What am 1
gwine ter do? 1 don't know. De thun-der
dat roll up out'n de canyon won't let
me t'ink. It boom, boom all de time till
my ears get deaf. Dar 1 sets on de shelf
wif my chin in my ban's—sets dar rollin
my eyes across de canyon an up de can-yon
an down de canyon. I am stupid;
my head ain't no acco'nt; 1 kain't tell
w'at ter do. 1 ketch myself savin ober
an ober, "Oh, mudder, mudder!" an
a-cryin all desame like I wur a little boy
back home in ole Virginny. I t'ink 1
gone far sure.
Jis' dat minit 1 feels suffin rub np
ag'in me. 1 looks roun an it is one of
de little b'ars. De fix 1 wur cotch in hab
make me clean fo'git de little baby b'ars.
I looks at the cabbern an de oder little
one is a-comin out Den 1 Bay, "Hyar
i. two mn' ot> wa w'at »«•»'» 0» no
mudtter."
De oder little feller comes out to me,
an 1 takes boff np an sets dem on
my knees. Dey is hungry. One of
them begin a-suckin my little finger an
de oder try a button on my jacket Dey
wur mighty cunnin little rascals, an I
wish wif all my heart dat I could give
dem suffin to eat. Dat sot me to t'inkin
bout myse'f. I were awful hungry an
pow'ful dry. It tease me mo' dan a little
to bear all de watah roarin so near, an
I kain't git a drop
Dem little b'ars coming up dat a-way
kinder wake np some of de senses in my
head an sot me to lookin 'bout. Fust,
I see dat de sun al inns' down. Dat skeer
me.Jor I hain't t'ink 'bout de night afore.
"Oh, de Lord a-massy!" sez I, "am I
lef here by de sun an by de light ob day
to sleep in de b'ar den?"
Dat notion rouse me mighty quick.
Hopin dat somebody might hear me, 1
begin to holler. 1 puts boff han's roun
my motif, an 1 jis' raise up on my tiptoes
an yells, "Hello!" I listens, an all up
an down from de walls of de canyon
comes back, "Hello! hello! hello!"
Den 1 don't know for sure if it is
somebody or de rocks dat answer me, so
ag'in 1 raise de mighty yell, "Jerry
Hawk in de b'ar cave!" All np an down
de canyon den I hears de cry, "Jerry
Hawk in de b'ar cave! — in de b'ar
cave!—de b'ar cave!" Den dar comes a
laugh dat makes my blood run cold for
'bout er minit. It say, "Ob, o-o-o-ho!
ah, ha, ha!" It is de rocks dat talk
back—nuffin but de rocks—an dat laf-fin
is on'y a debilish Bqueach owl, so I
hollers away. I holler in ebber kin ob
way—to'ards de las' like a hoot owl,
like a painter and like a kioter. De
little b'ars looks at me quite a'prized—
dey t'ink I am goiu crazy, an dey ain't
fur wrong.
Nex' de cabbern comes inter my head,
Dar may be some way out dat way or
np froo it. So I goes in, an all is dark-no
light ob de sky shinin in anywhar. t
strikes a match. De cave is ten foot
'cross, nearly roun, an smoove on a|l
sides. Not a hole fur a rat to git out. I
sees dat de baby b'ars gotter mighty fine
ncs' in dar. It is big pile ob leaves an
grass dat de ole one have carried from
de goodness know how fur away. While
I am lookin de two babies come in an
curl down in de nes'.
I go out onde shelf, an it is gittin dark.
I stan an hello, hello, hello I ill my froat
gtt sore. De on'y answer I kin git is
from de rocks—dat debil in de rocks—
an de hoot owls. On one side de shelf,
is pile np incus' ob de top ob de spruce
tree. It have struck de face ob do cliff,
smash up an tumble down in a heap. 1
git some ob dis, build bonfire, and den I
hollers more—some de boys from de
Scotchman crick may be lookin fer me.
All I kin hear is dem debilish rocks an de
"Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-wow!" ob de hoot
owls. Dar is plenty ob dat goin on all
up an down de canyon. Lord a-massy,
how I did wish I had wings!
Nex' I gits down on my knees dar by
de fire on dat shelf, in plain sight of de
Lord, an I ax him fer ter consider de
sitervation an do de berry bes' he kin fer
tnes I prays to him good and strong—
»mrhet
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