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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



JUI.Y 15 



what do you think of the above words ? Do 

 they not sound more like the words of the 

 heavenly Father to his contrary children than 

 like words that ever came from any human 

 being?" 



If the person assents that these are proba- 

 bly the words of God, and that they are grand 

 and glorious words to sinful humanity, I should 

 say right away that the man is not crazy at all. 

 He is perfectly sound in mind. If, however, 

 these beautiful texts should make him angry, 

 and even uglier and more vindictive than he 

 was before, then I should say, "That man 

 has a touch of insanity. He will be crazy if 

 he pushes ahead in this quarrel or other like 

 quarrels." 



My prediction in this way has several times 

 come true. There is a kind of insanity that 

 prompts these crimes we read about, and this 

 insanity is Satan's work. He is at the bottom 

 of every bit of it. Now, dear brothers and 

 sisters, if we believe this, if we recognize that 

 Satan is really going about as a roaring lion, 

 just as the Bible says, then let us be careful. 

 Whenever the time comes that you can not 

 kneel down at night and pray honestly for 

 every one who has provoked you or even done 

 you harm during the day, Satan is getting 

 into your heart ; and may God help you to 

 say, " Get thee behind me, Satan." 



NOTES or TRAVLL 



I BY A. I. ROOT. 



FLORIDA TRAVELS, CONTINUED. 



My next point from San ford was Sorrento. 

 There is a railway off in this direction ; but 

 since the big freeze the trains run only twice 

 a week. As my destination was only about 

 twenty miles, we made the trip with a horse 

 and buggy. On the way we had to cross a riv- 

 er. As there is not travel enough to pay for an 

 expensive bridge, two counties unite and keep 

 a man at the crossing, with a ferry-boat. He 

 is paid a salary, so the traveler has nothing to 

 pay. At a moment's warning, day or night, 

 he is carried safely over the stream. It seem- 

 ed to me as if it must be a pretty big job to 

 push the boat over when loaded with horses 

 and vehicles. But the ferryman's daughter, 

 scarcely a dozen years old, said she had fer- 

 ried people over frequently during her father's 

 absence. Of course, there is not very much 

 current to this river. In fact, it is like a good 

 many of the Florida rivers — only a narrow 

 stream connecting one lake with another oje. 



At Sorrento I stopped at R. M. McColley's. 

 Mr. M. is, like many other bee-keepers, a sort 

 of odd genius. He has a home in Ohio, not 

 very far from Medina, and it is a very nice 

 comfortable home too ; but on account of his 

 health he has for several years spent his win- 

 ters in Florida. At the present time he has 

 also a very nice place in Florida. In fact, he 

 has a steam-engine to pump water and saw 

 wood, and quite a lot of agricultural imple- 



ments ; and when Gleanings described the 

 home-made windmills a little while ago he 

 had to make such a mill. It was my privilege 

 there to pick luscious tangerines right from 

 the trees ; in fact, he has succeeded in grow- 

 ing some very fine fruit almost without pro- 

 tection. 



This matter of having a home in Florida 

 and another in the North, and migrating back 

 and forth as the birds do, is one that has been 

 considered a good deal. But there is a serious 

 drawback to it. When you get every thing 

 fixed up nice, and wish to go away, you must 

 either close up every thing, and hope nobody 

 will break into the house and steal while you 

 are gone, or you must leave hired help to look 

 after things and take care of it ; and the lat- 

 ter is sometimes more unsatisfactory than the 

 former. Mr. and Mrs. McColley were telling 

 me how they found things in Ohio after they 

 had trusted to hired help or renters for several 

 years. I believe the tenants did not get quite 

 to the point of keeping " pigs in the parlor," 

 but they came very near it, and our two friends 

 are now back in Ohio fixing up their home 

 again, growing crops, and getting things in 

 shape as well as they can, as they were before 

 they went to Florida. 



In the afternoon I was driven over to Mount 

 Dora, where I met our good friend Longstreet, 

 who was one of our veteran bee-keepers. He 

 lived for many years in York State, not far 

 from Doolittle. He went to Florida on ac- 

 count of poor health, and at the time of my 

 visit he was feeling very poorly on account of 

 the grip and some other troubles that had set 

 in. I was almost frightened to see him sever- 

 al times make snch an effort to get his breath. 

 He said he would feel better to get out in the 

 sunshine in his beautiful yard among the 

 orange-trees ; and after a while he recovered 

 so as to talk about the bees, tropical garden- 

 ing, etc. , quite like his old self. I feared when 

 I bade him good-by he was not going to live 

 long ; but still I was somewhat surprised to 

 learn that he died shortly after my visit. 



As my visit was on the day of the semi- 

 weekly train, I decided to wait for it in order 

 to ride six miles to Tavares. Well, this train 

 that runs only twice a week was delayed six 

 hours. Of course, I could have made the trip 

 on foot much easier than to wait away along 

 into the night ; but the operator kept telling 

 us all the while the train would be along in a 

 short time. Well, when we got to Tavares 

 (after waiting six hours to get six miles) the 

 station had been burned down, and I did not 

 recognize the place, so I was carried on past 

 my stopping-place. The conductor declared 

 that he called out " Travares ; " but so many 

 passengers said with me they did not hear any 

 thing of the kind, he finally relented. I was 

 carried on to a beautiful little town called 

 Eustis. The conductor, of course, gave me 

 free transportation there and back. At Eustis 

 I found a bee-keeper, and for the first time in 

 my life saw redbud-trees in full bloom ; and 

 let me tell you redbud is one of the hand- 

 somest ornamental trees to be found anywhere 

 in the world. The sight of a tree in full 

 bloom, in a dooryard, called forth exclama- 



