The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1876-08-10

Jt1Hn9y-A ut CesA ~" ss'.~ " 6.S~Ae'
BuHerfy-But you can buzz to him.
A poor butterfly can make no sound.
See! he comes near!
.Jinsmu-That is not q giant. That IS
' Butteray-o, it is a giant! Won't
you, sUonT you buzz to him?
.yimmu-What shall I buzz to him?
Butterfy-Buzz that I want to live;
that / long to live.
.inamvoWhat shall I buzz that you
want to live for?
Butterfv-To rock in the ily-beils.
oimn,y-What else?
Batterfy-To float up and down, up
and down, all the summer day.
Jineny-What else?
Bstterfy-For the honey of the flow
ers.
Jt,nnay-What else?
BvHerfv-And for their fragrance.
Flower fragrance is the breath of life
to butterfly. Buzz all this to him.
Quick! All, too late! too late! O!
o! O!
Jinnay-Does it hurt badly?
Butterfly (writhing on the PIN
How-can-you-askP O,-how-can
you?
die?
Buxerfy-Avery great while. Clasps
for breath.) o! 0 dear! Cruel!
Cruel! Cruel-giant!
6 The Jimmy-Ay flies up to the
giants ear and buzzes, Cruel, cruel,
cruel
ga great hand strikes him of. He
gets lost in the air, and when, after a
long time, he finds his way back, the
golden-spotted butterfly is almost dead.
It takes no notice of any thing around,
but whispers, now and then, family
and more family, of clover, bees, hon
ey, perfume, roses, messy banks, lily
bells, dewdrops, humming-birds,' and
so passes away, in a pleasant butterfly
vision.
"The Jimmy-Ay flies up again, and
buzzes in the giants ear, Cruel,
cruel, cruel!'
"The window is opened, and he is
driven out. He flies to tree near by,
where sits bluebird. The bird APP
pears frightened, and utters cries of dis
tress.
Jinmy-Bluebird, what troubles you
so?
Bluebird-There's gun below. It
will kill me. O, if could only live!
Jinsmy-It is strange. The butterfly
wished the very same thing. Now
what do you want to live for, bluebird?
Bluebird-Why, to sing with the
other birds. and to swing on the boughs.
To take care of my little brides, and
to spread nay wings and fly away, and
away, over the treetops. Also to 60
South with the summer. o. but we
birds have rare sport then! Have you
heard of the sunny South? Do you
know that we go where the orange trees
bloom? We find no frost there, but
sunshine always, and flowers, and a
mild air. And then, the fun of going
all together! We sing, we fly races in
the sky, we follow the leader. All!
A birds life is happy life, and
"Bang!
"In Jimmy's dream the Jimmy-fiy
flies down, and finds the bird on the
ground, gasping for breath. Its bright
eyes are closed. Its head falls on its
breast. One little futter of the wings
dead! The bluebird will never sing
again, nor swing on the boughs, nor fly
,,way and away over the treetops, nor
20 South with the summer.
land here enters into the dream the
curious being spoken of just now,
namely, the Great Head Horner,' or
captain, with his i've tall black and
white plumes, one on his hat, and two
on each shoulder. Behind him, in sim
gle file, all keeping step, march his
fourteen helpers.
Captain Tin a loud voice)-Halt!
Here is the boy. Boy! step this way!
Jimmy--I am not-a boy. | ana
a. fly!
Cdptain-Ha! ha! He says he is a.
a-fy! Ha! ha! Pass it along!
eft passes along the line, each helper
saying to the next
"'Ha! ha! He says he is fly! Ha!
ha! pass it along!'
Captain-If he is q fly, why doesn't
he fyP
Cali repeat this, one after the other,
If he is fly, why doesn't he fiyP' till
the noise of so many voices sounds like
/, the bumbling of hoarse bumble-bees.
"Jimmy flaps his arms, but can not
rise.
IA hollow laugh passes along the
line.
Captaim-Which are you now, fly OF
boy?
J,samy-I think-I am-a-boy.
Captain-He thinks-he is boy.
We think he is Pullwinger-boy. Wheel
about, my helpers! Boy! these are my
first company Of helpers. Wheel about,
my helpers! Form a hollow square