The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1893-08-10

say maze MIN SIT down ana walt Tor the
shower OF fire and birthstone that he
felt sure must be sent down on them
for that birds wiclxedncss. And he'd
fly ut Nat and pull his hair out in
lunches, 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 casing 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 fool?
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;
"QuaclS, quacli?'
"lf Nat replied in the negative. Bob
by would make the peculiar beating
sound of tho fawn intcrrogativcly II
Nat said he wasn't going after deer,
| Bobby would shy, decisivcly:
"'B'ar.'
Turkey, ducks or geese, deer and
bear were all the game Nat hunted, and
! Bobby knew If it wasn't any of tho
first three he was going out after IL
must of course be bear But he always
wanted to know what the hunt was to
be before he started. lie was Of no
particular use in bear hunt.
~ 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 thick swamp q
short distance, where no man OF 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 yclls and cXple-
tives as he tumblcd 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 n smash and crash
that u hurricane couldn't have made.
Nat said the bears eyes hung out, its
terror was so great. Nat downcd the
bear with couple of rifle balls, and
out of the swamp came Il couple of ter
ror-strickcn 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 u per-
petual thorn in Bobby's side. He was
wildly jealous of them, and gave both
them and Nat continual fits. Nat kept
vic cuO1 IN the CaOAn, ana ono night,
after he'd had them about Il week, he
was awakened by a 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
leather hinge. When the door opened
and let the moonlight in, Nat saw that
it was Bobby who had pulled it open
with mis- 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 We're to
keep on going, Bobby came back to
the cabin chuckling like little ficnd,
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
tcrfercd than he could have inter-
rupted preacher in funeral sermon.
few days after that Nat took down
his gun to go out hunting.
"'Turkcy? said Bobby.
mo said Nat. We're goin' after
bar
Bobby bristlcd up, and yelled at the
top of his voice:
mo, no! No, nor
ale 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 Mammelec 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 | don't know
what ever became of Nat, but he was a
remarkable man. And there never was
such remarkable parrot as bobby
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