The St. Johns herald., 1901-02-09
in my business he says.

"'Why, 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.
 "'How'd you go to do it? saysI.
 "I 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' a few butterflies he says. Pass your friend another drink he says.
 "We, had a drink all around, and I asked the stranger if his offer of quarter piece held good fer them big high-fyin' butterflies. He said 1t did. and described some other kinds he'd give the same price fer.
 Its a go,' says I. If you'll go out an ketrh ne . 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, promi:Gn' to come back next week. Wal, l 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 up went Bizzer afterit. Wal, I hollered fit to split. It was funnier than the minstrels to see that fat bee a-chargin' an dartin' at the butterfly, an the butterfly not knowin' what 1t all meant an scared most to death. Once Bizzer got good grip with his feet on to the butterfy's back, they came down in heap together, fer Bizzer's weight was too much.
 With one butterfly after another kept trainin' Bizzer all that day an got him so when I'd say Nail 'em. Bizz,' he'd jest soar up to the ceilin', size up the game an come swoopin' down onto it like a hawk onto chicken. Of course, every time he got butterfly he'd eat the whisky an sugar offen its back. Next day 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 terf1y ain't got no honey. Guess again
 But I gave him some whisky as soon as he an the bug landed, an after little time learnt him that he was to ketch any bug I 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 6 shiny day an hold him on my finger till see a butterfly Iwanted. 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 Bizzer tackled it it was so strong that Bizzer was gettin' flew away with.
 "One little jab was all the moth want ed. He come down so hard it like to "a stunned poor Bizzer. Wal, when the feller with the net come back the next week he an me had settlin' an he paid me over jest seven dollar an sey- 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 week unless it's Hank. Bill Ever sole's dog was only wuth five dead an that's heap more'n he'd ever have brung alive"
 Where is this all-fired smart bee 2'' demanded Bill. "Why don't you fetch him aroun' so's we can see him. A stranger might think you was lyin'."
 Don't you fret, Bill Eversole," said Uncle Hi. You'll see Bixzer 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 I sent him up after yaner butterfly, an jest at that moment one of these blunderin' focuses come boomin' aloRg an there was a turrible collision in 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 in couple of stabs an 1t was all over with the locus. When come to pick Bizzer up, though, he was all knocked one-sided.. He's to home now with three legs in sling an his left wing in splints. It's time was goin' back to look after him, an say, Hank, if you'll jest fill that bottle with 8 su- perior brand of whisky At for a sick : bee an put it down on my account at the same rate, I'll take 1t kindly. Ed dicated bees ain't like eddicated dogs. They're source, an as long as mine lives nothin's too good fer him."-N. Y. Sun.