1895 



GLEANINGS IN BKl'J CULTURE. 



589 



colony and a flush harvest I should want at 

 least 40 one-pound sections on at once. 



3. I used ten-frame hives, and then cut them 

 down to eight frames. If it were to do over 

 again I would try side by side the two sizes 

 before changing them all. If you will contract 

 half your liives to eight frames, and then run 

 the two sizes side by side for two or three years 

 you will be able to come to some decision. I'm 

 obliged to confess I don't know which is best. 



Marengo. 111. 



KAMBLE 137. 



IN CALAVERAS COUNTY. 



By Ramble?: 



HEN we were pass- 

 ing through San 

 Francisco w e 

 learned from a 

 reliable source 

 that Bro. Pryal, 

 our genial fellow-traveler, had also made his 

 escape from the siren of Eureka, and returned, 

 via steamer and seasickness, to his home, and 

 was, with greater assiduity than ever, engaged 

 — to the Oakland Waterworks. Onr informant 

 stated that, every Saturday afternoon, our fish- 

 erman friend would be found at the artesian 

 wells of the waterworks, angling for bites. Of 

 course, we judged that our informant was jok- 

 ing, and in this way wislied to convey the idea 

 that our friend had not lost interest in pisca- 

 torial sport, even in the business whirl of a 

 great city. Our informant also said that our 

 jovial friend Jones, the gasman, was about to 

 move his bees and his household goods to So- 

 noma Co., where bees, hogs, and poultry would 

 distract his everyday life. 



In order to have a little more spice to our 

 journey, the fates conspired to run us into a 

 political whirlpool in Stockton — bands and ban- 

 ners, torchlight processions, rockets and fire- 

 works, and thousands of people, shouting them- 

 selves hoarse just because the Democratic can- 

 didate for governor had arrived. We did not 

 allow the political furore to have much effect 

 upon us. We moved out of the city due east 

 toward Calaveras Co. A treeless and dry coun- 

 try intervened for a good share of the distance. 

 Dwellings were miles apart, and there was no 

 sign of taste and adornment in their construc- 

 tion, ni^ither were the surroundings adorned 

 with trees and shrubbery. A rough board 

 cabin, without a shade-tree, a rose-bush, or a 

 bee-hive near it, is about as lonesome and deso- 

 late a place as one can imagine. Water here 

 was drawn from wells 230 feet deep. It requir- 

 ed a considerable rigging and a stout horse to 

 haul up a barrel of water. The horse traveled 

 in a circle, operating a large drum set upright, 

 and the rope was wound upon this. The liquid 



was so valuable that the owner preferred we 

 should get water for our ponies further along. 

 In Milton we found liquid of all kinds plentiful. 

 It appeared that every other building upon one 

 side of the street was a saloon, and there was 

 considerable stir here. This is the terminus of 

 the local railroad from Stockton. From this 

 point freighting into the mountains is perform- 

 ed with those big wagons, and all the way from 

 four to twelve horses. 



We were now approaching the great mining 

 regions, and continually met that class of men, 

 typical of the mining industry. 



After leaving Milton we had another lonely 

 stretch of road through a slightly wooded and 

 hilly country, and it was upon this road that 

 Black Bart and Smiling William worked at the 

 industry of highway robbery. The stage over 

 this route used to carry much gold from the 

 mines, and at such times it was a tempting 

 object to these bold fellows. Owing to the 

 many lurking-places for robbers, the gold route 

 was changed to a more open country to San 

 Andreas, so we were not a particle afraid of 

 robbers. We knew well enough that if we 

 were held up the robbers would gnash their 

 teeth in disappointment when they saw the 

 leanness of our purses. 



MR. E. H. SCHAEFFLE AND FAMILY. 



Angels' Camp is one of the most prosperous 

 mining towns in California; but we halted here 

 only one night, and worked slowly next day up 

 the hills to the town of Murphy. I had for sorat 

 years had a very pleasant pen-and-paper ae 

 quaintance with a t:e,e-keeper here; and he had 

 written me so many valuable kinks in the art 

 of cooking that I felt a wondrous "fellow feel- 

 ing," and thought that here we should find a 



