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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Feb. 15. 



out into the woods with an ax and make a new 

 wagon. I used considerable more sarcasm, and 

 was just getting warmed up to the theme when 

 he suddenly straightened up from another re- 

 pairing joti he had on the harness, and shouted, 

 "Well, who's a-l<icl^ing'?" 



I felt extremely ugly, and was about to retort 

 sharply when I happened to thinli of my grand- 

 sire's oft-repeated admonition to count a hun- 

 dred before giving a quarrelsome answer. In- 

 stead of counting I relieved my pocket of my 

 Waterbury watch and commenced to wind. 

 The effect was magical. The angry opponent 

 at first looked interested. As the interesting 



that I must wind it. I slyly put my fingers 

 into my watch-pocket and commenced the 

 process. I thought no one would notice it; but 

 that tell-tale click, long drawn out, excited the 

 curiosity of the occupants of three seats fore 

 and aft. and, at the completion of the job, I 

 looked around and was "consternated " to find 

 a dozen people staring, and plainly saying with 

 their eyes, "Jehoshaphat! what kind of an in- 

 ternal rigging has that fellow got, any way ?" 

 Moral. — Never wind a Waterbury in church. 

 It may not be sinful, but it is highly distracting. 

 Begging pardon for the above digression, I 

 would resume by stating that we finally came 



ItAMBLEU S CAMPING OUTFIT. 



process proceeded he looked anxious, and finally 

 a broad grin spread o'er the face of both oppo- 

 nents, and peace reigned. The Waterbury is, 

 therefore, not only a good timekeeper but a 

 great peacemaker. 



There are times, however, when this winding 

 can be overdone; and the Rambler once made 

 the fatal mistake of winding the Waterbury in 

 church. The minister, I believe, had just en- 

 tered his fifthly on the equatorial regions, and 

 was craving another minute to elucidate a 

 point. I happened to think that my watch had 

 not been wound since the day previous, and 



to the starting-point, and found that Kimball 

 would start under the lash, but Bob had to be 

 helped along with tiie lever. The lever was 

 not used as a cudgel, by any means, but as a 

 gentle persuader, and both horses caught on to 

 it immediately. Queen, the spaniel, had a place 

 of honor on the seat with us, and our first day's 

 drive was ten miles, to Cockatoo Grove. Here 

 we found water, and camped. How sweetly we 

 slumbered under our canvas roof! When I left 

 San Liego, a severe cold had taken possession 

 of me, and I thought myself in a bad condition 

 to make a camping-trip: but tent life and an 



