St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1900-12-22

. bee in the whisky he says. FRS,
bee l ever saw drink liquor he aazs
Wonder if it'll make him drunk?'
1T will not says. He never get,
| a drunk
'Whew!' says the stranger. They
drink right along then, do they? This
must be hot township he says
| where even the insects hit the bottle.
That's my bee, stranger, says
Hes got enlightened tastes. Come up
! Bizzer. you've had enough
"Bizzer gave me reproachful look
fer he appreciated that whisky. It was
better than what he was used to, bein
fed regular on Hank >Hiver's fancy
pison. No offense, Hank. Yes, it was
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 1. Not to Vanderbilt
I says. That bee amt fer sale
".He's a great insect says the fel.
ler. I'D like to have him.
"'You'd like to lock him up in mu-
scum, where he'd buzz his life away fer
q curious public says l. None o that
fer Bizzer.'
"'Wal.' says he, 4 s'pose 1 could
make good bit out of shown him
off, he says. but it wasn't that I was
thinkin' Of he says. I could use him
in my business he says.
SLOWS that?' asked him.
"sWhy. if that bee was mine, says
he, I'D learn him to hunt them butter
flies that fly so high can't reach 'em.
he says.
"sHow'd you go to do it?' saysI.
~ don't just know how he says.
but any bee that's smart enough to be
a judge Of good whisky he says,
wouldn't make no job of ketchin' few
butterflies he says. Pass your friend
another drink he says.
"We had a drink all around, and !
asked the stranger if his offer OF
quarter apiece held good fer them big
high-fiyin' butterflies. He said it did,
and described some other kinds he'd
give the same price fer.
.'It's CO. says /. If you'll go out
an ketch me dozen butterflies of any
kind I'll do the rest
'I'd got an idee into my head. So the
feller ketched the butterflies an went
away, promisin' to come back next
week. Wal, took them butterflies in
side the house and took an painted the
back of one of 'em with whisky and
sugar. Then put Bizzer's nose into
the mixture jest to let him know what
it was. an turned the butterfly loose an
up went Bizzer after it. Wal, hollered
fit to split. 1t was funnier than the
minstrels to see that fat bee a-chargin'
an dartin' at the butterfly, an the
butterfly not KNOWN what it all meant
an scared most to death. Once Bizzer
got good grip with his feet on to the
back. they came down in .
heap together, fer Bizzer's weight was
too much.
"With one butterfly after another I
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 it
like hawk onto a chicken. Of course,
every time he got butterfly he'd eat
the whisky an sugar often its back.
Next day tried him with 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
his ear with his paw like he
was sayin' to hisself: This kind Of but
terfiy amt got no honey. Guess again.
..But gave him some whisky as
soon as he an the bug landed. an after
a little time 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 It'll 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
to sting any bug he was after but once.
That was big mothmiller that hap
pened TO be out in the daytime in my
garden, an when Bixzer tackled it il
was so strong that Bizzer was gettin'
few away with.
"One little jab was all the moth want
ed. He come down so hard it like to a
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-five 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. Bin Ever
sole's dog was only wuth five dead an
hats a 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. Al
stranger might think you was lyin'."
Don't you fret, Bill Eversole,' said
Uncle Hi. 'You'll see Bizze- some day.
m goin' to set him gyardin' my mel
,n patch later in the year if he re-
'overs all right. Couple of days back l
sent him up after yaner butterfly,
IN jest at that mon ,nt one of these
,lunderin' locuses come boomin' along
IN there was a turrible collision in
midst air. Both Of 'em come down to-
yether fioppin' an rollin' on the
ground. an the big locus rattlin' like
! sawmill. Pretty quick Bizzer got in
/ couple of stabs an it was all over
With the locus. When I come to pick
Bizzer up, though, he was all knocked
,ne-sided. He's to home now with
hree legs in a sling an his left wing
n splints. It's time / was goin' back
% look after him. an say, Hank, il
you'll jest fill that bottle with q su-
,erior brand of whisky At for sick
zee an put it down on my account at
he same rate, I'll take it kindly. Ed
Heated bees amt like eddicated dogs.
They're source, an as long as mine
ives nothin's too good fer Hmm.
Z. Sun.
King Oscar Was His Host.
4 story illustrating the simple bon
,omie of the king of Sweden and Nor
say is told by NJ. CASTOR BONNER. the
,otanist. NJ. BONNER was botanizin9
,.ar Stockholm when he mat q Sfr.r