Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1909-09-09

friend Of mine, though / guess he's
SPOUT my dearest foe now. invited
nun to put up at the ranch, and hav-
ING some business in Tegucigalpa, and
. my friend didn't seem to be in q
hurry. asked him II he couldn't stay
1or 9 Few weeks and look after things.
he said he could and would. so I
packed some things on mule and
rode away. -.-
y stayed in the capital city longer
IMAM expected, and 1t was a good
three months before got back to the
ranch My friend had gone, leaving
WORD that business had called him
away, but everything seemed all right
about the place. however, for l had
good native overseer who kept every.
thing going. The only change noted
was IN the parrot. Just as soon as he
clapped his little beady eyes upon me
ne astonished me by bursting out
with:
Robert the Devil! Robert the
Devil! You're devil of a fellow.
Carambo!
He seemed very proud and pleased
with this performance, and encored
himself again and again. I laughed,
Tor saw that my friend had put up
joke; on me; but after time that
cry got dead tiresome The blamed
parrot was so proud of his accom-
pl1'shlment that he hardly took any
rest. Finally, after listening to that
yell for days, l got mad and weary.
and concluded that the poll and l
mad better part company. He was
young yet, and doubtless had lots of
trends In the woods where he had
come from. So took him out Of his
cage and manumitted him. He few
up on tree near the house and be-
gan to articulate again, so / threw
stones at him, until finally he set sail
for keeps and disappeared from view.
T Well, l enjoyed quiet life after
that for some weeks, and was begin
ming to forget all about the parrot,
when one morning l was awakened
by deuce of racket; there was
regular chorus outside:
Robert the Devil Robert the
Devil! You're devil Of fellow.
Carambo!'
Il stuck my head out of the win.
dow, and saw big. bare, tree nearby
was simply green with parrots, all
yelling that Internal cry In chorus. l
OWNED the matter at once-that par
rot of mine had returned to it's
haunts, and, instead of warbling its
native woOd-notes wild, it had repeat.
ed that cry until it was picked up by
all its friends. It sounded like a sort
of college yell now when produced in
chorus.
Good Lord, 1t was awful! At
tracted by the novelty of the thing,
more and more parrots came around,
and, as the days passed by, they too
learned the cry. and. moreover, taught
1t to others. I'll be hanged If 1t didn't
come to be like university extern
sion movement, with my ranch as the
center of intellectual culture.
Nov and then would go out and
shoot some of the birds, and had the
satisfaction of seeing some of them
bite the dust In the very midst of per-
forming their stunt But what could
one man do against such multitudes?
Why, new disciples locked from
everywhere, and the screeching that
arose was something maddening, to
say nothing of the wearisomeness of
having to listen to the constant prac-
ticing going on before the blamed
birds got letter perfect in their parts
well, l couldn't stand it. I had
to quit. I tell you, the woods were
filed with that strident cry, and It's
spreading around over a wider area
every day. l shouldn't wonder If that
ridiculous yell is now echoing from
one end of Central America to the
other Go back again to hear 1t? I
guess not! You see, the parrots will
never forget it, and there's nobody to
teach the wild ones anything new.
All the young parrots will catch on,
and so in future will the unborn thou
| sands. No, there's no silencing that
cry now It's bound to ring down the
grooves Of time forever. ..-@s
do hear the south a-callin'? Yes.
I do; but hear them blamed parrots
| a-callin' still louder, and that's the
reason why stay away"
End Of an Historic Tree.
voncouvar'c historic Old Rain, of