The Coconino sun., 1901-03-16

June after Bizzer an me had got mighty we'll acquainted a feller come spookin' arcMn' my honeysuckle vines with big net. He was harmless crit ter an pleasant spoken, an he had a bottle in his pocket that was somethin' extry. He said he was collectin' but terfiies, an if I hadn't no objections he'd like to hunt few in my gardin. I hadn't none, 90 he hunted. After he'd ketched some he come aroun' to me settin' on my doorstep an ast him what luck.
 "'Pritty good" says he. T didn't git one species. though he says. "They fly too high says he. They don't come down much this time O year. I'd give . quarter apiece fer them fellers,' he says.
 "Then he pulled out his bottls aeain end passed 1t over.
 "'Mind sf give . sip to my frieHr I asked.
 Certainly not says he. very polite. but he looked . little huffed when I poured bit on the doorstep.
 "I buzzed with my lips an Bizzer come a-hustlin' an settled down in the whisky.
 "'Shoo!' says the stranger. There's a bee in the whisky he says. First bee ever saw drink liquor,' he says. Wonder if it'll make him drunkT
 "'It will not says. He never gets . drunk
 'Whew!' says the stranger. They drink right along then, do they7 This must be a hot township he says. where even the insects hit the bottle.' "'That's my bee. stranger, I says. He's 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, 1t 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 |. Not to Vanderbilt l says. That bt It fer sale.
 "'He's a great Insect. says the fell Ter. -'l'd like to have him.
 s'You'd like to ,ock him up in mu. scum, where he'd buzz his life away fer a curious public,' says L None O that fer Bizzer.'
 ".wal,' says he, I s'pose. I could make good bit out of showin' him off, he says, but it wasn't that I waa thinkin' of he says. I could use him in my business he says.
 allows that" l 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 lem, he says.
 "'How'd you go to do itT saysI.
 "I don't just know how he says but any bee that's smart enough to b< 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 asked the stranger if his offer of [ quarter -piece held good fer them biz high-fyin' butterflies. He said it did and described some other kinds he't give the same price fer.
 "'lt's a go,' says I. If you'll go out an ketch me dozen butterflies of any kind I'll do the rest
 "Pd got an idee into my head. So thu feller ketched the butterflies an went away, promisin' to come back next week. Wal, I took them butterflies in side tho house and took an painted thu back of one of 'em with whisky ana sugar. Then I put Bizzer's nose into the mixture jest to let him know wha' it was, an turned the butterfly loose an up went Bizzer afterit. Wal, holleret