Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1893-08-10
:. sQuack, quack?

SJuack, Quack
IF Nat replied in the negative, B6b-
by would make the peculiar bleating
sound of the fawn interrogatively. y
Nat said he wasn't going after deer,
Bobby would say, decisively:
Bari
Turkey, ducks or geese, deer ana
bear were all the game Nat hunted, and
Bobby knew if it wasn't any of the
first three he was going out after 1t
must of course be bear But he always
wanted to know what the hunt was to.
be before he started. He was of no
particular use in bear hunt.
Isl jes' take him long to do the swar-
in',' Nat use to say.
But Bobby Away went out for bear
with the greatest enthusiasm, and once
he was Of actual service. Nat had started
a bear, and 1t went into thick swamp
short distance, where no man OF dog
could get. Whether Bobby saw the
bear or not, or whether he had q stroke
of genius, all at once he flew from Mats
shoulder into the swamp. Such q hair
raising collection of yells and exple-
tives as he tumbled around in that
swamp no living thing had ever heard
before. Bobby was evidently directing
them straight at the bear, for the
frightened animal came tearing out OF
the swamp with smash and crash
that a hurricane couldn't have made.
Nat said the bears eyes hung out. its
terror was so great. Nat downed the
bear with a couple of rife balls, and
out of the swamp came a couple OF ter
ror-stricken cubs, with Bobby yelling
and cussing, right behind them. Nat
captured the two cubs alive and took
them home, against the vehement pro-
tests Of Bobby, who yelled his favorite
opinion of Nat in the latter's ear all
the way in. Nat showed great fond
ness for the cubs, but they were per-
petual thorn in Bobby's side. He was
wildly jealous of them. and gave both
them and Nat continual fits. Nat kept
the cubs in the cabin, and one night.
after he'd had them about q week, he
was awakened by noise. He heard
Bobby swearing like a pirate and the
cubs whining. Nat listened. and by
by he heard the cabin door opened.
That was an easy matter to do, for
nothing fastened it, and it swung on a
leather hinge. When the door opened
and let the moonlight in, Nat saw that
it was Bobby who had pulled it open
with his bill. Nat lay still to see what
the parrot would do, and what did he
do but drive both of those cubs out,
nipping them with his bill, and talk,
ing to them worse than any canal mule
driver ever talked to his mules. Bobby
not only drove the cubs out of the
cabin, but he escorted them some dis
lance into the woods. and they under
stood well enough that they were to
keep on going. Bobby came back to
the cabin chuckling like little fend,
and closed the door and went to sleep.
The whole proceeding had increased
Mats veneration for the parrot so much
that he said he could no more have in
terfered than he could have inter
rupted preacher in funeral sermon.
A few days after that Nat took down
his gun to go out hunting.
"'Turkey?' said Bobby.
"'No,' said Nat. We're goin' after
bar
Bobby bristled up, and yelled at the
top of his voice;
"'No. no! No, nor
"He remembered the trials and trib.
ulations that had come TO him through
his last bear hunt and he wanted no
more bear in his. And he wouldn't go
bear hunting, and never could be in.
duced to go again.
"Nat and Bob lived that hermit life
on the Big Mammelee for more than
twenty years. Then one day Nat came
into Little Rock, alone and disconso.
late. Bobby was dead accidentally
shot by Nat himself. I don't know
what ever became of Nat, but he was a
remarkable man. And there never was
such a remarkable parrot as Bobby
n. Y. Sun.