The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1884-07-01
What The Bees Did.
Arkansaw Traveller.

house.
must eat it outdoors then, must
I? asked the boy.
No, you sha'n't eat it on my farm.
do believe that you've got less con-
sideration than any boy | ever saw.
Yo know as well as | do that the
corn is suffering for work, but
as soon as my back is turned you
drap your hoe and sit down in the
shade. | wish 1 may never stir
again if ever saw the like in my
life. | am a great mind to drive you
, of. Go on back there and hoe that
>corn. Where're you goin? The
boy had started to enter the house.
Wanter get something to eat.
1t hasn't been three hours since you
eat breakfast.
Yes, but Pm hungry now.
The boy entered the kitchen where
his mother, among bright pans was
securing brass kettle until it had
begun to shine like a mirror.
Abe, why do you give your father
SO much trouble? WHY don't YOU
stick to your work. Plague take the
boy! Don't cut that bread.
Oh, / can't work all the time, pro-
ceeding to cut the bread. I'm tired,
an it's so hot out there.
Abraham, called the father.
Yes, sir.
Are you comm?
In mint, and cutting of a piece
of butter with a butcher knife,
he proceeded to spread it on his
bread.
Abe, do hurry up, said the mother.
Don't you know that if we could
afford it you would not have to work
The old man entered, holding with
an angry grip, an apple tree sprout.
Pap, don't whip him, the mother
pleaded. | am sure that he will 20
on to his work and stick to it.
/ am great mind to cut him in
two. Of all the boys l ever saw, he
is the most trifing. [ don't know
what will become of him when we
drap of. What will you do, hah?
Don't know, sir, munching bis
bread.
What viii you do for living, hah
Eat, I reckon.
Oh, there's NO doubt of that, pro-
vided you can get anything to eat,
but if you don't make great improve
ment in the way you stir your stumps,
you'll starve to death. You don't
want to work, you don't seem to care
for play, but all you want is to NOPE
around like you'd lost the last FRIEND
in the world. What do you mean by
it?
Pm thinking.
Thinking? replied the old gentle
man derisively. A boy that's too
lazy to play, amt going to do much
thinkin'
Perhaps he does think, pap, said
the boys mother.
That's all nonsense. What's he
got to think about He's too lazy to
study up mischief. Go on now, and
hoe that corn.
Abe slowly dragged himself away.
The old man turned to his work of
greasing set of harness. After
awhile, looking up, he saw the DO,
poking around the yard.
What are you doing there
Forgot where l left my hoe.
do think in my soul, that you
are the most worthless boy ever saw.
What's that lynn there by you, hah !?
Its the hoe. lazily taking up the
implement
Now, do you think you can recol.
lect where the corn is 4?
Yes, sir, | reckon.
He moved slowly away and sought
the place where the corn-blades waved
in lazy whisper. The ''chatter Jack"
sat on the tall iron weed and sang his
rip-saw notes; the ''snake doctor"
few around and clipped" the top of
an old stump; squirrel chartered
in the neighboriag woods, and toad,
fat on diet of bugs and a drink of
dew, lazily fell from a clod, showed
his yellowish under-side and then
slowly hoped away. Abe approached
a stump and struck it with his hoe.
A low hum, loud buzz, and the air
was full of humble bees. The boy
threshed himself with his hat and took
to his heels; slowly at first, but then
bee alighted on the back of his
neck and made known the exact
locality of his whereabouts, the boy
set up a yell and ran toward the
house at the top of his speed. The
old man saw him coming. He was
surprised to see his son travel so
rapidly, and the old fellow, throwing