Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1893-09-07

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 ut In
tervals yell in Mats ear, Damn foolr
Nat never jawed back. lie said that he
knew he deserved AL that Bobby gave
him at such times There wasn't any
thing too bad for n 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:
"Quack quuckP'
'lf Nat replied in the negative, Bob
by would make the peculiar bleating
sound of the fawn interrogatively II
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 II II wasn't any OF the
first three he was going out after IL
must of course be bear But he always
wanted 10 know what the hunt was TO
be before he started. lie was OF no
particular use in bear hunt.
"T jes' take him long 10 do the swar-
I'M Nat use to say.
But Bobby always went out for bear
with tho greatest enthusiasm, and once
he was of actual service. Nat had started
a bear, and 1t went into thick swamp n
short distance, where no man or dog
could get. Whether Bobby saw the
bear or not, or whether he had a stroke
OF genius, all at once he flew from Mats
shoulder into the swamp. Such n hair
raising collection of yells and exple-
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 smash aud crash
that hurricane couldn't have made.
Nat said the bears eyes hung out, its
terror was so great. Nat downed the
bear with couple of rifle balls, and
out of the swamp came a couple of ter
ror-striclSen 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 favorito
opinion OF Nat In the lattcr's car all
the way In. Nat showed great fond
ness for the cubs, but they were 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 u week, he
was awakened by u noise. llo heard
Bobby swearing like n pirate and tho
cubs whining Nat listened. and by
by he heard the cabin door opened.
That was an easy matter 10 do, for
nothing fastened IL, and II swung on a
leather hinge. When the door opened
and let the moonlight in. Nat saw tina,
II was Bobby who had pulled IL 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 u
keep on going, Bobby came back u
the cabin chuckling like little fiend
and closed the door and went 10 sleep
The whole proceeding had increased
Mats vcneration for the parrot 80 much
that he said he could no more have In
tcrfered than he could have inter
ruptcd preacher In funeral sermon
A few days after that Nat took down
his gun 10 go ont hunting
"'rurkcyP' said Bobby
"'No,' said Nat We're goin' atte
bar
Bobby bristled up, and yelled at TIA,
top OF his voice:
"'No, mol No, nor
"lIe remembered the trials and trib
ulations that had come TO him through
his last bear hunt, and he wanted nc
more bear In his And he wouldn't Y,
bear hunting, and never could DO In
duced TO go again.
NAT and Bob lived that hermit If
on the Big Mammelee for more thar
twenty years. Then one day Nat cam,
into Little Rock, alone and disconso
late. Bobby was dead-accidcntal
shot by Nat himself. don't know
what ever became Of Nat, but he was
remarkable man. And there never wa
such remarkable parrot as Bobby
N. Y. Sun.