The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1901-01-04


Ter. I'D like to have him.
"'You'd like to lock him up in a mu-
scum, where he'd buzz his life away fer
. curious public says 1. None O. that
fer Bizzer.'
"'Wal,' says he, 4 s'pose I could
make 4 good bit out of showin' him
off, he says, but it wasn't that was
thinkln' Of he says. 4 could use him
In my business he says.
allows that?' asked him.
"'Why, if that bee was mine says
he, I'D learn him to hunt them butter
flies that fly SO high l can't reach EN-
he says.
"'How'd you go to do it?' says l.
"T 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.
eve had a drink all around, and l
asked the stranger if his offer of a
quarter apiece held good fer them big
high-fyin' butterflies. He said it did,
and described some other kinds he'd
give the same price fer.
"It's a 60 says I. 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, 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 after It. Wal, hollered
fit to split. II was funnier than The
minstrels TO see that fat bee a-chargin'
an dartin' at the butterfly. an the
butterfly not KNOWN what il all meant
an scared most to death. Once Bizzer
got a good grip with his feet on to the
butterfly's back, they came down in a
heap together, fer Bizzer's weight waa
too much.
"With one butterfly after another ]
kept trainin' Bizzer all that day an got
him so when I'd say Nail 'em. Biz, he'd
fest soar up to the ceilin', size up the
game an come swcopin' down onto 1t
like a hawk onto a chicken. OF course
every time he got a butterfly he'd eat
the whisky an sugar often its back
Next day tried him with a butterfly
that wasn't painted. He took after il
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
terfy amt got no honey. Guess again
'But l 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 IL 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
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 a big mothmiller that hap
pened TO be out in the daytime I'm my
garden, an when Bizzer tackled il II
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
feller 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 week unless it's Hank. Bill Ever
sole's dog was only wuth five dead an
that's 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. A
stranger might think you was lynn"
Don't you fret, Bill Eversole," said
Uncle HI. "Youll 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 I
sent him up after a yamer butterfly,
an jest at that moment one Of these
blunderin' locuses come boomin' along
an there was a turrible collision in.
midst air. Both of 'em come down to-
gether foppin' an rolln' on the
ground, an the big locus rattlin' like
a sawmill. Pretty quick Bizzer got in
a couple of stabs an 1t was all over
with the locus. When / come TO pick
Bizzer up, though. he was ali knocked
one-sided. He's TO home now with
three legs in a sling an his left wing
in splints. It's time l was goin' back
to look after him, an say, Hank. II
you'll jest fill that bottle with a su-
perior brand of whisky fit for a sick
bee an put it down on my account at
the same rate, I'll take it kindly. Ed
dicated bees amt like eddicated dogs.
They're source. an as long as mine
lives nothin's too good fer Hmm
Y. Sun.