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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



July 15. 



ly entered, and, finding nothing but weeds and 

 rubbish, came out and walked slowly around 

 it. Discovering no one within or without, he 

 lost his caution and sat down upon an old 

 tree-stump a few feet in front of the cabin, and 

 vented his anger and disappointment in words. 

 "That Mariar said suthin' to the spindlin' 

 Yankee about ghosts that's jes scared him 

 outen his boots and the kentry; ef she'd jes 

 kept that ar clapper tongue of hern quiet— but 

 it's talk and gabble, like all onreasonin' wim- 

 men. Now the Yankee has got away with that 

 receipt on that money. He had a hunderd 

 dollars or I'm no jedge of yaller metal. I could 

 a settled his Yankee hash afore this time; an' 

 with a piece of railroad iron he'd made a good 

 mate fur McBurger off Lone Tree Point." 



"Lone Tree Point" came like a startling echo 

 in a loud whisper from the cabin. Dawson 

 sprang to his feet with evident alarm. " What 

 in Heaven's name is that? Somebody's in the 

 cabin." 



Again he entered it, and, with trembling fin- 

 gers, lighted a match. This revealed vacancy, 

 and he came out and passed around the build- 

 ing again, examining closely. Dawson was at 

 heart really a coward; and though he scouted 

 the idea of there being ghosts, and was bold to 

 commit evil deeds under the cover of night, it 

 needed but a spark of the apparently super- 

 natural to arouse all the superstition there was 

 in his ignorant mind. As he halted again near 

 the corner of the cabin he said in a perplexed 

 tone, " Durn me if that isn't str— " 



" Jeem Dawson." said the whisper, in a broad 

 Scotch accent, almost in his ear. 



He sprang away from the cabin, and said, in 

 a suppressed and terrified voice, " Donald 

 McBurger." 



"Aye, Jeem Dawson," said the whisper; 

 "weel ye ken Donald McBurger. Me bones 

 rist beneath the waters off Lone Tree Point; 

 but, Jeem Dawson, me speerit follows on yer 

 footsteps. Yer days o' evil deeds draw nigh to 

 an eend." Then in an intense whisper, " Jeem 

 Dawson, frae this hour ye are doomed, doomed, 

 doomed." 



The now thoroughly frightened man turned 

 to flee; but a new terror seized him; for, upon 

 the very stump where he had been sitting and 

 plotting, there stood a figure in white. It look- 

 ed colossal and headless in the darkness, and, 

 pointing toward the river, it uttered such a 

 blood-curdling shriek that Dawson gave an 

 answering yell and fled toward his boat as 

 though all the minionsof darkness were behind 

 him. The white figure seemed to float through 

 the air, following him and uttering another 

 shriek. Dawson threw himself into his boat, 

 his voice venting Itself in a half-audible, ani- 

 mal whine, and the quick rattling of the oar- 

 locks of his boat gave evidence of his desperate 

 efforts to get away. 



Upon the apparition of the white figure on 

 the stump, Fred Anderson was nearly as much 

 startled as Dawson. Fred was playing upon 

 Dawson's superstition by having a ghostly talk 

 to him through the old water-pipe. When the 

 figure arose so suddenly and gave such a shriek, 

 his knees knocked together, and his hair nearly 

 elevated his hat, and he would have run in the 

 opposite direction as fast as did Dawson toward 

 the river, but he was spellbound. He saw the 

 figure apparently float after Dawson, and then 

 it disappeared on the river-bank; and, after 

 some moments of wondering in perplexity 

 what he should do, he heard a voice. It sang: 



Tlie night is stormy and darli. 



My lover is on tlie sea; 

 Let me to the night winds hark. 



And hear what they say to me. 



Fred sprang forward, and almost shouted, 

 "Why, Alfaretta Buell! are you here? Is this 

 your very self?" and he grasped her by the arm. 



SUPPLYING THE HOME MARKET. 



CALLING UPON OLD CUSTOMERS; SELLING 



FIRST AND SECOND GRADES FOR .JUST 



WHAT THEY ARE. 



By F. A. Sncll. 



In about five weeks after my first visit is made 

 to town No. 1 I again take a trip to the same 

 place, with a supply of honey. On arrival I 

 first call at the grocery where I left my honey 

 to be sold on commission. The grocer informs 

 me that he has sold quite a large part of my 

 honey, and would like to have a new supply. 

 This time he is ready to buy, and I sell him 

 quite a lot of the comb and also some of the ex- 

 tracted. After this time I sold him hundreds of 

 pounds each year so long as he remained in the 

 business, and, later, to his successor. 



The others with whom I dealt on my first 

 trip were next seen, and found ready for a new 

 supply. When room would permit, and a num- 

 ber of cases of honey were taken, I would place 

 the cases three or four deep, the smaller at the 

 top, which we all know presents a very neat 

 view of the honey-combs through the glass in 

 the side of the case. One case was set to one 

 side, from which to retail. 



The grocers have, without exception, been 

 pleased with my arrangement of the honey 

 when so placed. Pails or cans are also placed 

 where they may attract attention, the label be- 

 ing always placed in full view of those entering 

 the stores. 



I have found it very useful to give each gro- 

 cer some hints as to where the honey should be 

 kept during cool weather in fall and winter, so 

 that it may not deteriorate. I have found that, 

 nine times out of ten, if I say nothing about the 

 matter, the honey will be put in the coldest part 

 of the store, or in a back room, except the one 



