1890 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



47 



HAMBLE NO. l9. 



RAMBLER'S VISIT TO THE CARNIOLAN APIARY. 



The Kambler has been resting a few weeks. A 

 nice little shower of honey made him sit in the 

 shade. Bee-keepers are popularly supposed to get 

 their tons of honey by sitting around. We were 

 finally aroused from our lethergy by Bro. Lockhart, 

 of the firm of Andrews & Lockhart, who proposed 

 to take the Rambler home with him. The Rambler 

 had just invested in a Hawkeye camera; and being 



RAMBLER OFF ON A RAMBLE. 



thoroughly aroused for the journey, and not know- 

 ing what might happen, we had our photo taken, 

 and left it for a hair-loom in the family. We trust 

 our posterity will duly appreciate It. When every 

 thing was ready we were willingly carried away to 

 the delectable Lake George Mountains. 



On our'journey we passed the apiary of ' X 

 Bro. Andrews, shook hands, and broke 

 bread with the senior partner of the 

 Carniolan Apiary. It was a cloudy day, 

 but our Hawkeye gave us a very good 

 picture of this celebrated apiary. The 

 hives are well shaded with grapevines. 

 The bee-tent, cart, and many nucleus 

 hives, are plainly shown. The building 

 in the rear is a sort of half-way station be- 

 tween the apiary and shop, only a corner 

 of the latter being shown. 



During the great rush of queen raising 

 the past season, it seems that doors were 

 a nuisance, and were removed. Bro. L. 

 also used the further end for a bedroom. 

 The building faces the east; and wishing 

 to get the first streak of morning light, 

 and also to have plenty of ventilation, he ^ 



removed the whole gable end of the building. It 

 is needless to say, that Bro. L. has good lungs and 

 is built for business. A man brought up on 

 French Mountain wants no seven-by-nine breath- 

 ing-hole in his bouse. 



We soon left Uncle John; and a further pursuit 

 of our journey brought us into a veritable bee- 

 keeper's paradise. The pasturage in this locality Is 

 raspberries, white clover, sumac, chestnut, bass- 

 wood, horsemint, button-bush, buckwheat, asters, 

 and goldenrod, all by the hundred acres, and the 

 field not much occupied. Bro. L. has an out-apiary 

 started here; and when the Rambler proposed to 

 move up a hundred colonies he looked a little dan- 

 gerous around the corners of his eyes. 



Wintering troubles have made a great many " has 

 been" bee-keepers. One of these " has beens"i8 

 Ike Oakley. Not being successful with bees he has 

 turned his attention to the hunting of relics. The 

 plow yearly turns up hundreds of flint implements, 

 skeletons of soldiers and Indians, guns, swords, and 

 other war-relics. As a result, his museum is quite 

 varied; and even if it is located in a rickety old 

 shed, we spenj: a very agreeable half-hour in its ex- 

 amination. 



One geological specimen deeply interested the 

 Rambler. It was a portion of black rock covered 

 with small indentations. He gave us a small speci- 

 men, and said a glacier once sat down ilpon it. We 

 asked him how he knew. 



" Why," sajs he, " those marks are an unmistak- 

 able evidence." 



" That's so," says the Rambler. "He must have 

 been very heavy and awful uneasy, and had but- 

 tons all over the seat of his breeches, to make those 

 marks." 



"Why," says he, " you— you— this was an ice gla- 

 cier." 



We could plainly see the cranK stick out of Isaac's 

 eyes, and we immediately changed the subject and 

 soon took our departure. 



Our journey finally came to an end on the north 

 side of French Mountain. As we climbed the 

 mountain we noticed a few rocks around us. As 

 we advanced there were more rocks. At the top it 

 was all rocks, and Bro. L.'s apiary is appropriately 

 named " Rock of Ages Apiary." 



We found Mr. Lockhart, Senior, a brawny Scot, 

 and felt quite fraternal, for we have great pride in 

 our Scotch blood. We gave our pedigree; but the 

 wary Scot had traveled much in the Far West, and 



NDREWS \ LOCKH \ slor^AN APIAHV. 



put the Rambler to the test of pronouncing the 

 word " Achlefackokention." 



" Ken ye say it? Yer nae Scot if ye ken nae say 

 the word." 



The word was too much for the Rambler. The 



