Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1900-11-22
t His Educated Bee
GYM A-GoING to tell you fellers

about my dedicated bee, Bizzer,"
said Uncle Hi. "This here bee an l
was out in my gardin that day. 1
was there lookin' around an the bee
he was trespassin' onto some o my
flowers. It's hard to fool a bee on
the weather, but this shower came up
so almighty quick was fooled my
self. First 1 knew 1t was crack-crack
all over my head. I put fer the house
and the bee put fer his house, an
big hailstone cracked him one, as
purity a wing shot as I'd want to
make on a partridge. Down come
Mr.. Bee, bizzin' right across my face
an fell Almost under my feet. He
was SIGH a big, fne-lookin', intelligent
actin bee that 1 picked up care
full an took him to my house, not
seem any probability of his gettin' to
his own. The next hailstone would
have finished his cay-reer.
ut took some little time for that
bee to git used to me. I fed him good
on sugar an water till 1 got him so
I could handle him. Then l took 10
lettin' him fly aroun' the room. One
dav l found him settin' atop OF a
whisky bottle that happened to be
there-I'd been havin' a cold that
week-bizzin' his wings an seemin'
mighty satisfied with the smell OF
the cork. That put it into my head
to try him with a little whisky an
sugar an he took to it kindly. l
wouldn't give it to him regular, un-
derstand, fer it amt no part OF Uncle
HIS makeup to be corruptin the
beasts of the field with strong drink;
but just a appetizer before meals.
"He never got drunk but once, an
that was excusable, fer l was on oi'
of a celebrate myself that time, an
spilled a lot Of whisky on the floor.
guess Bizzer must have seed spiders in
his dreams that night, for he was
mighty ashamed of hisself next day
an It was a week before he'd take his
morning snifter. Wal, with the aid
of that whisky I got him SOS he'd
answer to his name an come hyln
to me bizzin' his wings like locus
whenever I'd call him. l could LEI
him ont of the house without feal
that he'd run away We'd go out fel
walks together an he'd chase MES
or fight with darnin'needles, or &c
Aa
be stop to pass the time of day witt
some wild bee. but whatever the wllc
bees said to him they never got hin
to leave me.
"Bacl he'd come when l called, an
in the evenin' after his nightcap o.
whisky he'd curl up in the corner o
a little box fix for him an go tC
sleep. There was only one thing
wrong with Bizzer. He was almight.
Jealous. had pet chipmunk arount
the place. an Bizzer wouldn't endure
that chip. He'd buzz aroun' the chip
head an then he'd light on the eD'
of chips tail till the poor little crit
ter went Almost loony with fear tina
he'd get stung Lively as the CHI
was. Bizzer was a sight livelier. One
the chip nearly got him while Rizze
was takin' his MONDAY nip. After tina
Rizzer never let him alone, an tn
little Teller give up the fight an wen
out into the cold world to grub fe
nuts like an ordinary chipmunk.
H. hrIf
MIGHTY fond of Bizzer, an I wouldn'
have traded him fer so of Bill Ever
sole's yaller purps."
"Ef that wonderful bee had ever Sc
foot on Sarcher," began Bill, pricke
70 wrath. and never got any farther
for there was a chorus of protest
AGAINST the interruption, and Uncle ID
mildly preferred request that some
hodv tell him whether he was tellin
this story or Bill Eversole; also tina
thew tell Bill. That gentleman havin
been squelched, the old man continued
oval It never occurred to me ths
Bizzer was anythin' but pleasan
companion. 1 didn't fgger as how b
should be made to work fer his Twin
It was enough to just have him aroul
fer comp'ny. But one day late i
June after Bizzer an me had &c
mighty well acquainted Teller com
spoolin' aroun' my honeysuckle vine
with big net. He was harmless cri
ter an pleasant spoken, an he had
bottle in his pocket that was somethil
extry. He said he was cOllectin' bu
terfies. an if hadn't no objection
he'd like to hunt few in my gardil
I hadn't none, so he hunted. After he
ketched some he come aroun' to n
settin' on my doorstep an l asst hi
what luck.