1893 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



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work on. It would be an acquisition to any 

 flower-garden, blooming as it does at this very 

 dry time. But it would not do to call it Span- 

 ish needle. Let's call it "'golden coreopsis." I 

 haven't seen the needles yet, but I don't think 

 they amount to any thing, as the other kind 

 ■does. W. S. Imlay. 



Zanesville, O., Sept. 4. 



Notes of Travel 



MY WAY 



This cut represents 

 the way I clean sec- 

 tions. With a pocket- 

 knife in the right hand, 

 and by dextrous move- 

 ments of the left, I can 

 scrape them very fast. 

 A 43^x434 is easily held 

 in the hand, but larger 

 sizes can not be. 



R. B. Kidder. 



Columbus, Wis. 



OF SCRAPING SECTIONS. 

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REPORTS Encouraging. 



Here is my bees and honey report. Last win- 

 ter I lost 2 out of 24; doubled up to 19, and got 

 400 lbs. of comb honey, and 800 of extracted. 

 One colony made 260 lbs. of extracted. 



Peters, Mich., Oct. 7. Fred A. Hund. 



My bees have done very well this season. I 

 got 1200 filled sections ready for market from 32 

 colonies, spring count, from raspberries, clover, 

 and wild cotton; no bass wood here. White 

 clover was very plentiful, and yielded much 

 honey. J. S. Ki-ock. 



Urban, Pa., Aug. 1. 



one hundred pounds per colony for 



GEORGIA. 



In Sept. 1.5th Gleanings friend Holt, of 

 Americus, Ga., says that the honey crop in his 

 vicinity is a failure. In this section (57 miles 

 southwest) it has been immense. I have had 

 several hives give me 100 lbs. of comb honey, 

 without any attention except to put on sections 

 (or frames in some), with only small starters in 

 them, and take off the honey when i could get 

 a chance. L. A. Duggan. 



Cuthbert. Ga., Sept. 27. 



Reports Discouraging 



Bees have made but very little surplus honey. 

 I have seven stands, and have not had a swarm 

 this past summer, and not over 85 lbs. of surplus 

 honey. This is about the same with my 

 neighbors. H. M. Kume. 



Bancroft, Neb.. Sept. 11. 



Inclosed please find ^1.00 for Gleanings for 

 another year. Although our honey crop was an 

 •entire failure this year. lean not afford to do 

 without Gleanings. It looks as though our 

 crop of honey for another year would be a fail- 

 ure also. Last winter killed out all the clover 

 that would have bloomed this year. There 

 was a tine crop came up from the seed this 

 spring that would have bloomed next year; but 

 the sever(i drouth that \\r. are having now, and 

 have had for the last two months, has killed all 

 the young clover, so there will be very little for 

 bees to work on next year in this part of the 

 country, and that is what we depend on for our 

 surplus honev. as we h}«ve no basswood here. 



Delhi, 111., Sept. 14. H. D. Edwards. 



ON THE wheel. 



But his disciples came and besought him, saying, 

 Send her away; for slie ciieth after us. But he 

 answered and said, I am not sent but unto the lost 

 sheep of the house of Israel. -Matt. 16:23, :i4. 



I do not know, friends, but I am getting 

 things mixed up a little in this issue. Perhaps 

 what I have written under the title of Our 

 Homes ought to be here, and this ought to be 

 there. At any rate, I am going to talk to you 

 just now about some of the homes of our land. 

 I had asked Mrs. Root for a very early supper; 

 and while we were eating, there was some talk 

 about my thirteen -mile ride l^efore dark. The 

 barometer was falling rapidly, and the clouds 

 in the west looked rather " portentous of a 

 storm." Mother suggested that perhaps I had 

 better give it up; but I replied there was a 

 special engagement, and that I must get to 

 Wadsworth, 13 miles, in some way, rain or no 

 rain. I remember one of the children saying 

 something like this: 



" I really believe father likes to get caught in 

 the rain, or get lost, or get somewhere on the 

 wrong road, just so he can have some new ad- 

 ventures, and something exciting to tell about." 



These may not have been the exact words, 

 but it was something in that line; and as my 

 daughter ended, I began to think that she had 

 come pretty near the truth after all. Dear 

 friends. I do enjoy mishaps or emergencies that 

 make it necessary for me to go into the homes 

 scattered about our land. The homes where 

 our people live are a matter to me of great in- 

 terest—especially the homes of our farming 

 people in this great nation of ours. I sympa- 

 thize with them and I am anxious about them. 



I should not have been quite so late in getting 

 my start, but we have just succeeded in con- 

 fining the exhaust steam from our 100-horse- 

 posver engine so as to carry it through large 

 drain-tiles under ground, from the factory to 

 our home. A pipe containing hot water is sup- 

 ported in the center of this big tile, and the 

 radiators all over the house are now so hot as 

 to blister your hand if you are not careful how 

 you touch them. Not only while the steam is 

 passing through the tiles, but even 12 hours or 

 more after the steam has been shut off, they 

 are scalding hot. Furthermore, we are build- 

 ing plant-beds, and some of them are already 

 planted to lettuce, right over the pathway of 

 this underground passage. 



Before mounting my wheel I had to take 

 just one more look and give my last directions 

 to the men who were busy at work on the bods. 

 At a quarter past four I was spinning along the 

 river road on my way. As I reached River 

 Styx, a little more than half way. it began to 

 be quite dark, and I heard the noise of the 

 rushing wind as the great black clouds began 

 to come directly overhead. The road had just 

 been patted down smooth since the rain; and 

 the bioad-tired wheels belonging to the German 

 wagons used in that neighborhood made just a 

 beautiful track for the wheel. Even when it 

 got to be quite dark I could see the shining 

 wheel-tracks, and I kept my wheel in the path 

 with but little trouble. Pretty soon there 

 seemed to be a wonderful ease and freedom to 

 my wheel. I went up hill and down as if some 

 unsecMi power were lifting me and sending me 

 along. Now, I have had this feeling before, 

 and I always forget the cause: and it was not 

 until I saw the leaves from the trees whirling 

 along beside me that I recognized that it was 

 the wind from that black cloud that was car- 



