Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1900-11-22

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hard fer Bizzer to break away, but he
done it an came an sat in my ear.
That bug-hunter was astOnished.
"'Will you sell that bee?' says he.
"'No, sir says l. Not to Vanderbilt
I SAYS. That bee amt fer sale
"'He's a great insect, says the fell
Ter. I'D like to have him
"'You'd like to lock him up in mu-
scum. where he'd buzz his life away fer
curious public says 1. None o that
fer Bizzer.'
oval says he, 4 s'pose could
make a good bit out OF shown him
off, he says, but it wasn't that was
thinkin' Of he says. I could use him
in my business he says.
Elbows that| | asked him.
"Why, If that bee was mine, says
he, I'D learn him to hunt them butter
flies that fly so high can't reach EN-
he says.
"'How'd you go to do ftp says L.
az don't just know how he says
but any bee that's smart enough to De
a Judge of good whisky he says
wouldn't make no JOB of ketchin' a few
butterflies he says. Pass your trieno
another drink he says.
eve had drink all around, and
asked the stranger If his offer OF
quarter apiece held good fer them big
high-fyin' butterflies. He said 1t did,
and described some other kinds he'd
give the same price fer.
"It's a 60 says l. IF you'll go out
an ketch me dozen butterflies OF any
kind I'll do the rest
"Td got an idee into my head. 80 the
Teller ketched the butterflies an went
away. promisin' to come back next
week. Wal, I took them butterflies in
side the house and took an painted the
back of one of 'em with whisky and
sugar. Then I put Bizzer's nose INTO
the mixture jest to let him know what
it was. an turned the butterfly loose an
I'D went Bizzer after it. Wal, | hollered
fit to split. 1t was funnier than the
mipstrels to see that fat bee a-chargln'
an dartin' at the butterfly, an the
butterfly not KNOWN what it all meant
an scared most to death. Once Bizzer
got a good grip with his feet on to the
butterfiy's back, they came down i'll
heap together, fer Bizzer's weight was
too much.
with one butterfly after another L
kept trainin' Bizzer all that day an got
him so when I'd say Nail 'em, Biz, he'd
jest soar up to the ceilin', size up the
game an come swoopin' down onto 1t
like hawk onto a chicken. OF course,
every time he got butterfly he'd eat
the whisky an sugar often its back.
Next day 1 tried him with a butterfly
that wasn't painted. He took after it
all right, but he looked s'prised an dis
appointed when he got it. an sort OF
scratched his ear with his paw like he
was sayin' to hisself: This kind of but
terhy ANT got no honey. Guess again.
"But 1 gave him some whisky as
soon as he an the bug landed, an after
a little time l learnt him that he was to
ketCh any bug sent him after an he'd
git his drink. After that it was all easy
goin'. All I'd have to do was to take
him out into the garden on a shiny day
an hold him on my finger till see a
butterfly WANTED. Then I'd point that
one out an say: Nail him, Bizzer,' an
in two minutes that bug would have a
pin through him. never knowed him
ito sting any bug he was after but once.
That was a big mothmiller that hap
pened to be out in the daytime in my
garden, an when Bizzer tackled it it
was so strong that Bizzer was gettin'
flew away with.
Zone little jab was all the moth want
ed. He come down so hard it like to a
stunned poor Bizzer. Wal, when the
Teller with the net come back the next
week he an me had a settlin' an he
paid me over Jest seven dollar an sew
| 'enty-fve cents. That's what you might
call good business. Don't s'pose any OF
you fellers ever made as much as that
in a week unless it's Hank. Bill Ever
sole's dog was only with five dead an
that's heap more'n he'd ever have
brung alive"
"Where is this ALFRED smart bee?'
demanded Bill. "Why don't you fetch
him aroun' SOS we can see him. A
stranger might think you was lynn
Don't you fret, Bill Eversole," said
Uncle Hi. "Ycu'll see Bizzer some day
I'm goin' to set him gyardin' my mel
on patch later in the year if he re-
covers all right. Couple of days back
sent him up after yauer butterfly
an jest at that moment one of these
blunderin' locuses come boomin' along
an there was a turrible collision il
midst air. Both of 'em come down to
gether foppin' an rollin' on the
ground, an the big locus rattlin' like
a sawmill. Pretty quick Bizzer got IL
a couple of stabs an it was all ovel
with the locus When 1 come to picl
Bizzer up, though, he was all knocked
one-sided. He's to home now will
three legs in a sling an his left wing
In splints. It's time 1 was goin' bacl
to look after him, an say, Hank, i
you'll jest fll that bottle with a SUI
perior brand of whisky fit for a sicl
bee an put it down on my account a
the same rate, I'll take it kindly. Ed
dicated bees amt like dedicated dogs
They're source, an as long as min'
lives nothin's too good fer Hmm
Y. Sun.