The Conshohocken Recorder, October 13, 1893

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THE WEEKLY RECORDER
VOL. XXIV, NO. 32. ( ONSHOIIOCKKN, OCTOBER 13, 1893. $1.00 PER YEAR IX ADVANCE.
'1 hi- Inrilrulilo II nrt.
Tnliri likely ••/. ■ awkw.nl rn.-ip
Likv I am, big an MU; I 1.
X'd I'Vrr go ft-monke) in round
A iluhily kill like I 'ii[iid;
Bui, nuijnr, dern my ugly mug.
1 dona it (inn1 fiT ovrtaJn,
AD ef 1 live a bundled ycara
Tin- thiiiK'll keep on Imrtin.
1 nrviT know'il H WIMUIMI'K way.
Tell MM 'In) lit11»- Kilty,
Her that*, tk. banker's only Kill,
Com* down from Timber City,
An Mopplll al our boarding house
Hriruii bar ptirly llirtln.
1 |MB with a" I'"' bo>'* around.
An me. that's duggoned curtain.
Them eves uv turn shiiwd llko the mam.
Tlmt speckles night all over.
An Initli harolMaka WUJ purtier than
Two medder* rod with clover.
An whin she talked—good I^irdy. met
Why niii't a man take warnln?
It evemed lo mu like all the eongs
The bird ring! In the imirnin.
I drinked It In an wanted more.
All she, I gueas unthlnkin.
Wuz tickled half to death to eco
A thirsty tuaii a-drlnkln;
An let DM have It every day,
From June clear to October.
Tell I wuz. dnink an crazy wild,
An ahe thought I wuz sober.
At last I up an told her straight
That 1 wuz fairly dyin
Fer love uv her, an, dcrn my boots,
She Just broke down a-cryin.
An told nie It wuz all in fun.
That ahe wuz only flirtin—
An ef I live a hundred years
Tim thiug'U keep on hurtin.
-W. J. Larnptoa.
('mii'.i.ii'tl from luxt week. TiiG DlacK Mountaineer
By DAN DEQUILLE.
Dig Fall IV..". motuitainl T):it BO estate
an obeer me dat 1 cry out, "It is de face
oh de Lord!" I takes comfort ob it bein
a siffii dat de Lord lie see uie an whur
I am.
'Bout den it comes inter my head dat
de ole madder b"ar gwine tor be de
means ob savin me. I am sartin dat she
is drowned. Deu she will float down
froo de canyon to de Scotchman, whar
all de boys is nimiii. Nex' she gwine ter
git lodged in one ob de big flumes, an de
boys will find her an say, "Somebody
bin habbin a awful b"ar tight!" Den de
cunuel—ef he ain't up on de mountain-will
apeak up au say, "For a hundred
ounces diit'n de wuck of my missin boy,
Jerry Hawk!" Den dey call de dogs,
and all ban's come up de canyon au
git me.
Dis kalkerlation 'pears ter me so sure
dat 1 sez, "De good Lord he have whis-pered
it to me!" Wen I gits dat notion
I goes right inter de cabbern an crawl
inter de b'ar's nest, for 1 wants ter be up
berry airly in de mornin, kaise de boys
gwine ter be coming. De baby b'ars dey
snuggles up to me, an 1 puts an arm
roun each of dein; den, wif dar heads on
my breas', I falls asleep.
Wen I wakes up ties' mornin de sun
am high. De light moas' bliud mu when
I fust comes out on de shelf. 1 don't see
de boys. Dey ain't come yit. I wait er
while for dem, den pitch in an hollers.
De debilixh rocks holler back at me, an
dat is all. Well, 1 git some wood an
make big smoke, den set down to wait.
De baby b'ars dey come out an play 'bout
in de sun. Dey don't tike de fire an
smoke—dey is 'stonish at it fust off. I
ain't got tno'n a dozen matches, so I car-ries
lot ob dirt outer de bottom ob de
cabbern an cober up de fire. 1 make
kinc ob coalpit ob it. Dat way 1 make
big smoke an sabe my fire. I'ze moas'
eure de boys will see de big; smoke.
CHAPTER IV.
/ gttt inter de rope, an dey hnuU me up.
It is Mi#i!y. All day I watch an
holler, but uobody on'y de debil in de
rocks make answer. As I am on de
norf side of de canyon de sun almoa'
roas' me all day, but I inns' stay out on
de shelf. By dis time I am pow'ful hun-gry,
and so dry dat de soun ob de watah
jis' below in de canyon sets me alnios'
crazy. Dat night I ag'in curl up wif
de baby b'ars. I am so hungry an dry
dat I don't sleep much. De babies
gittin hungry too. Dey wur a-suckin at
my lingers all de night. Dem babies
beder me mo'n a little.
Tuesday mornin is come. Tuesday
pass 'boutde same like Monday, on'y I'ze
mo' hungry an so dry dat I am 'bout
'stractcd. De babies am a-whinin a
heap. Dey miss de pore ole mammy—
still de little fellers try to be cheerful.
Wen I am settin in de sun on the shelf
dey come an play roun an clime ober
me. One is a boy baby an de oder is a
girl. De boy is de biggest an fattest,
but de little girl 'pear like she got de
as' iiiiinin ways wif her, an .-he berry
nffezenit wii me. De babies kin stan
!•• in dry an hungry better dan 1 kin,
k.11-.■ II am de liatnr ob b'ar to bole np in
rabheriis gn not eat all winter.
Tuesday uighl 1 don't sleep any bat a
loo little catnaps. 1 hev pow'ful bad
dreams. All night I am wrastlin on de
aige obdeshelf wif de madder b'ar. She
conies up outer de watah. She is all
Wet Sue shake berw'f) deu she hole
out de Stumps; den she begin for to civ,
but she cOIUea at me all de same, an she
say, "Jerry Hawk, ef you git my house
an babies you goiter wrestle wif uie for
dem!" Den she fro de stumps "bout my
neck, all bloody as dey is. Den we
wrastle. Awful, awful wr.istlin! She
is pow'ful at wrastlin. She roll her eye-balls,
pant ia my face, au in spite ob me
she drag me to de aige ob de shelf. Den
Ober we go! We fall, fall, fall! No
end to de l'alliu au de roarin ob de wa-tah.
Inter de watah we goes. Den we
goes down, down, down fro de watah,
an she whisper in my ear dat she gwine
ter take me to de debil to git my han's
an feet chop off'n me.
Wednesday mornin. Dis day 1 woke
up pow'ful weak. I go out on de shelf,
out I kain't holler none. lam plumb
•rtouraged. Deboys hain't foun de ole
b'ar and dey won't find me. "No, neb-ber,
nebber, nebberl De bones ob Jerry
Hawk mils' lay in the b'ar cabbern till
Gabriel comes au blow de born!" 1 say
die an den I set down wif my head on
my knees. De watah is roarin, an I says
like I wus in a dream. "Watah, watah;
oh, give me watah!" 'Pears jis' like I
am gwine ter fo'git invse'f an jump right
down among all dat watah. 1 inns' wet
my motif wif suflin.
Den de baby b'ars dey comes an plays
roun—ile little boy an girl, as I call dem.
As dey plays roun I looks at dem—mo'
an mo' 1 looks at dem. 1 looks mostly
at de little girl. Den 1 gits out my
knife an feels de aige. De little girl
don't know de ugly bisiness dat's in my
mind. She come an she git up in my
lap to play. Den 1 feels 'bout de neck
ob de baby for de right spot. "Swish!"
de blade is in de vein, an a red stream
is pourin.
Dat ebenin 1 skin de little one dat is
dead, make a tire an roas' some of her.
De little boy cry for some, so 1 let him
Buck down seberal pieces ob fat. I am
'spectin dat it's gw iue ter be his turn
'fore long. 1 sleep well dat night, an so
do de little boy. De ole mudder don't
come up outer de watah to wrastle wif
me.
Thursday mornin. 1 am feelin pooty
strong today. 1 make a smoke on de
shelf an holler a good deal, but only
dem sebon debils in de rocks holler back.
WIdle I am settiu t'inkin if de Lord is
still seein me it all at once comes to me
to write whar I am au send de letter
down de cauyon. 1 have a pencil an
sum of de paper w'at 1 use ter lix de notice
ob de claim. 1 kain't write much, but 1
kin print it out. So I fix de lettor tellin
whar I am. De mischief den wur to send
de letter. If 1 tie it to piece ob de spruce
tree maybe de boys nebber notice it. At
las' de ole wool hat come to my mind.
So 1 pin de letter good an strong inside
de hat. Den 1 tie chunk stone fas' uuder
de bottom ob de hat for ballas' and two
sticks dry wood to de rim fer floats. 1
fastens dese wif strips off'n my shirt, an
when all is ready 1 draps it off'n de
shelf inter de watah. It Ian right side
up, an w'en 1 see it dart away I say,
"O Lord, make dat de means!"
De launchin ob de hat induce me to
cousidah how I may git watah ef de
boys don't come. 1 kin make a little
plunger bucket outer de skin obde leg ob
de baby b'ar; den outer my shirt an strips
ob all my clothes 1 kin make a line
dat'll reach do watah. 1 mus' eat too.
Soon de meat ob de little b'ar gwine ter
be gone. Well, dar am Iota ob trout in
de canyon. 1 kin make a fishhook outer
my gallus buckles, au den wif a tine line
on de end ob de bucket rope 1 kin begin
de fishiu.
Nex' 1 cousidah dat while 1 got some
meat fer bait 1 mus' catch mo' meat. 1
goiter ketch sum of dem hoot owls. I
mus' stir my stumps if I'm gwine ter live
half way comf'able up dar on de shelf.
De bats come 'bout de cabbern ebery
ebening—1 kin knock sum of dem dowu.
Dar ain't no great 'monnt ob eatin 'bout
er bat, but 1 reckoned dey might do fer
fish bait. "When 1 gits a-gwine," sez 1,
"I'll be jis' like Mistab Robert Crusoe
on de island!"
Right away 1 gits out my knife an be-gins
ter make tigger four traps fer do
hoot owls. I makes two ob dem—w'at
we calls deadfalls. I kalkerlated dat ef
1 kin ketch two ob dem owl ebbery night
1 ain't gwine ter starb. As 1 am makin
de traps settin out dar on de shelf, 1
keeps au ear cocked and an eye peeled
fer de boys, kaise 1 don't know how
quick dey may git de letter. While
hopin fer de best 1 am girt in ready for
de wust. Little Napoleon be is out
on de shelf 'longside me a-playin wif de
trap sticks an a-jumpin to ketch de
shabins w'at I whittles. 1 calls him Na-poleon
kaise de moas' he gits ter eat am
de bony part ob his baby sister.
All day I am on de shelf. No sign of
de boys. Dey ham'*; got de letter.
"W'at," sez I, "w'at 9l it go to de de'd
letter orfus 'long wif dt ole b'ar?" Dat
worry me some, but as -t is cumin dark
I sets hoff de hoot owl traps, an den me
an Napoleon goes ter bed. I ties one ob
de fore legs ob Napoleon to my wris',
kaise I don't want him to slip out an git
hurt in one ob de owl traps. De time
may come w'en 1 gotter do wif him like
I do wif his sister.
Nex' mornin i atu up wif de lark—an
'boui as high. It is Friday—de oulucJcy
day—ue tut) ob ropes an baugiu.
"Weil." sea 1, "don't you git down
hearted, Mistab Hawk—a rope is de on'y
sa'vation fer yon, sub." I till »a disa-way
w'en I'teln my room maklivoli my t'llet.
1 den goes out on de shelf, an, by de
bokeyi dar am two hoot owl in dem
traps.
Napoleon hub come out wif me, an
he am jis' nat'ally s'prized and delighted
wif de sight ob de game. He growl an
put on all kin of full grown airs. One
obde owl am dead. He reach in wif his
bill to git de bait an he git bis head
smash. De oder he reach fer de bait
wif his foot an he get cotched by de leg.
Napoleon he box er while wif de dead
owl; deu he comes to have some fun wif
de live one. 'Bout half minit he tin out
de diffrunce. He am de moas' 'stonish
little b'ar I ebber see. 1 take de owl out
liv-. He is a mous'us great feller, an
his leg ain't broke. I ties him up by one
leg to keep him fer decoy. He will fetch
me plenty hoot owl meat.
Napoleon—who hab retire to de cab-bern
w'en de ole hooter let go ob him
—pooty soon comes pe'kin out. He sees
de big hoot owl is ready fer him, so he
lick hiin chops a bit; den he mosey hack
inter de cabbern. So dat minit 1 gives
de big owl Ue name of Moscow. I
skins de dead owl mighty keerful, kaise
w'en 1 tears up all my clothes to make
de watah rope I'ze gwine for ter need all
de owlskins 1 kin git to make me a
sorter shirt er frock. W'en de owl is
skinned I make a big smoke, hopin de
boys may come. 1 bin now four days
an a half and four night, in de b'ar
cabbern—1 am startin in on de tiff day.
I am gittin radder oneasy 'bout de boys,
so dis mornin I am hullerin a heap oil
an on.
'Bout noon— glory be to God—1 hears
two pistol shots. 1 count five lietween
each ob de sliats. "De signal fer de
lost!" cries I. Den I shout. "Praise de
Lord and bress de Lord, de boys hab got
de letterP
I hain't no gun ner pistol to answer do
signals. I wish dat de good Lord would
give me a caunon up dar on de shelf. 1
hollers loud as 1 kin yell; den 1 t'ink ob
a way to shout by steam. 1 spits on de
rock, lay on de spot a live coal, den
strikes it wif de back ob be hatchet, au it
crack loud as any musket. I shoot dis
a-way as fas' as 1 kin sebberal times
Boom! it roar an rattle up an down de
canyon.
Soon I sees two ob de boys, but dey
are ou de oppersit side de canyon. Not
habbin a hat to ware, 1 picks up ole
Moscow an waves him. De boys spots
me dat minit. Dey halts an waves
dar hats. For de roar ob de canyon we
kain't talk much, but 1 see de boys
a-makin signals to somebody on my side
de cauyon. I see dem say wif de hat.
"Go furder upl" Den in a minit er two.
"Little furd.ir!" Nex' time dey say
-Halt! Right dar is de place!"
All dat jis' as plain to me as any talk.
1 den gits out on de aige ob de shelf an
look np at de wall ober de cabbern. In
'bout er minit 1 sees a head poked ober
de wall. It is de head ob de cunnel.
He sings out, "How is yer, boy?"
"Fine as er fightin cock!" I hollers
back.
"Tank de Lord for dat!" says the cun-nel.
II win to de roar obde canyon we gotter
yell pooty loud. It is forty foot up to de
top ob de cliff. Nex' de cunnel say
"Wat dat yer got down dar, boy?"
I say, "One dem is young b'ar: de oder
is ole hoot owl."
"Want 'em bolt";'' ax de cunnel.
"Yes, cunnel—yes, sah, please."
"Well, send dem up De boys er comin
wif de ropes."
"Yes, sah."
Dat news ob de ropes wur music fur
me. Soon half dozen de boys show dem
se'fs wif ropes off'n de derricks. Nex
down comes de end ob er rope, de cun-nel
steerin ob it.
"Send up de owl," says he.
I ties de owl to de rope, an up he go
Den he say, "Han up de b'ar."
I ties little Napoleon on de rope, an up
he go wif his two eyes poppin outer his
bead, the mattah so s'prized him.
Nex* the cunnel say, "Send up dat
cunnin niggah boy, Jerry Hawk."
1 say, "Better come down fust, cunnel.
an take er look at de Hawk hotel."
"No, t'ank yer," sez he.
"Better come down, sah, an take bite
ter eat. I'm got some berry nice roas
owl."
"Tousau times bleeged," sez de cun-nel,
"but 1 hain't no 'casion—jis' had a
berry nice rattlesnake stew."
Well, after dis jokin 1 gits inter de
rope, an dey hauls me up, de boys all
shakiu han's wif me w'en I lands.
On de way back to de Scotchman I
gives de cunnel an de boys de whole
story. Dey all say it is wonderful. De
cunnel say dat if dey hain't got de letter
an found me I'd turned out a reg'lar
Robert Crusoe. Down at de cabin on de
Scotchman 1 fin out from de boys dat
dey git my letter Thursday afternoon,
but no man kain't read nuffin but de
name, Jerry Hawk. So dey gotter send
a man up de mountain to whar de cun-nel
is in joy in of hisse'f wif pokah an de
tigah. De cunuel kin read de letter off-han,
kaise he's a man w'at'sgot a pow'ful
eddication.
Well, when we git to de cunnel's cabin
he is so please' wif me dat he let my
wages go on same as if I bin to wuck.
Den he say he radder like little Napo-leon;
dat he will take him an 1 may keep
de big hoot owl, Moscow. 1 am good
deal stuck arter Napoleon myse'f, but 1
say, "All right,cunnel; take de b'ar." So
dat is de end of de story.
"Did the boys see nothing of the car-bear?"
asked L'ncle
Bob.
"No—no. sah; dey nebber seed hide
nor liar ob her. S'psct she come ashore
BOmewbar au trabbel away on her el-bows."
{In be continual nrxt week.)
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