The Coconino sun., 1901-03-16
His Educated Bee
nI'M A-GOING to tell you fellers

 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 bee on the weather, but this shower came up so almighty quick l was fooled my self. First knew it was crack-crack all over my head. put fer the house and the bee put fer his house, an a big hailstone cracted him one, as purty a wing shot as I'd want to make on partridge. Down come Mir. Bee, bizzin' right across my face, an fell almost under my feet. He was sich big, fine-lookin', intelligent actin bee that I picked up care full an took him to my house. not seein' any probability of his gettin' to his own. The next hailstone would have finished his cay-reer.
 "It took some little time for that bee to git used to me. fed him good on sugar an water till got him so I could handle him. Then I took to lettin' him fly aroun' the room. One day I found him settin' atop of . whisky bottle that happened to be there-I'd been havin' . 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 little whisky an sugar an he took to it kindly. I wouldn't give it to him regular. un. derstand, fer it ain't no part of Uncle His makeup to be corruptin' the beasts of the field with strong drink; but just appetizer before meals.
 "He never got drunk but once. an' that was excusabls. fer was on bit of a celebrate myself that time. an spilled lot of whisky on the floor. I 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 got him sos he'd answer to his name an come fyin' to me bizzin' his wings like a locus whenever I'd call him. could let him out of the house without fear that he'd run away. We'd go out fer walks together an he'd chase flies or fight with darnin'needles, or go honey suckin' in the flowers, or may be stop to pass the time of day with some wild bee. but whatever the wild bees said to him they never got him to leave me.
 Back he'd come when I called, an in the evenin' after his nightcap of whisky he'd curl up in the corner of a little box I fix for him an go to sleep. There was only one thing wrong with Bizzer. He was almighty jealous. I had a pet chipmunk around the place, an Bizzer wouldn't endure that chip. He'd buzz aroun' the chips head an then he'd light on the end of chips tail till the poor little crit ter went almost loony with fear that he'd get stung. Lively as the chip was, Bizzer was sight livelier. Once the chip nearly got him while Bizzer was takin' his monday nip. After that Bizzer never let him alone. an the little feIler give up the fight an went out into the cold world to grub fer nuts like an ordinary chipmunk. I was sorry to lose him, but I'd got mighty fond of Bizzer. an wouldn't have traded him fer 50 of Bill Ever. sole's yaller purps."
 "Ef that wonderful bee had ever set foot on Sarcher," began Bill, pricked to wrath, and never got any farther, for there was e chorus of protests against the interruption, and Uncle Hi mildly preferred request that some body tell him whether he was telling this story or Bill Eyersole; also that they tell Bill. That gentleman having been squelched, the old man continued;
 Wal, it never occurred to me that