The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1893-08-24


felt sure must be sent down on them
for that birds wickedness. And he'd
fly at Nat and pull his hair out in
punches, and make vicious grabs at his
eyes and face. At these unfortunate
times, which, luckily, were rare, Nat
used to lie down on his face and let
Bobby peg away and pull at him until
his frenzy passed over. Nat knew
when that was by the bird perching
somewhere near and easing himself up
by simply yelling: Damn foolr Then
Nat would get up and start for home.
Bobby would fly to his usual place on
Mats shoulder, where he would at in
tervals yell in Mats ear: Damn fooll'
Nat never jawed back. He said that he
knew he deserved al that Bobby gave
him at such times. There wasn't any
thing too bad for a man who missed his
turkey.
whenever Nat would take his gun
to go out hunting, Bobby would cock
his head on one side and say:
Turkey
''If Nat would say: No. Bobby would
say:
"'Quacl1, quack?'
''If Nat replied in the negative, Bob
by would make the peculiar bleating
sound of the fawn interrogatively If
Nat said he wasn't going after deer,
Bobby would say, decisively:
"'B'arr
Turkey, ducks or geese, deer and
bear were all the game Nat hunted, and
Bobby knew If it wasn't any of the
first three he was going out after it
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.
"T jes' take him long to do the swar-
in Nat use to say.
'But Bobby always went out for bear
with the greatest enthusiasm, and once
he was of actual service. Nat had started
a bear and 1t went into d thick swamp
short distance, where no man or dog
could get Whether Bobby saw the
bear or not, or whether he had stroke
of genius, all at once he flew from Mats
shoulder into the swamp Such 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 hurricane couldn't have made.
Nat said the bears eyes hung out, its
terror was SO great. Nat dowred the
bear with couple of rifle 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 latters ear all
the way in. Nat showed great fond
ness for the cubs, but they We're per-
petual thorn in Bobby's side. lie 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 week, he
was awakened by noise. He heard
Bobby swearing like 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,
ntpping 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
tance 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 fiend,
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
mo said Nat. We're goin' after
bar
Bobby bristled up, and yelled at the
top of his voice:
"'No, no! No, nor
she 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 q
remarkable man. And there never was
such remarkable parrot as bobby
N. Y. Sun.