1901 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



677 



tion — a variety — buck-brush, artemisia, purple 

 and white sage, cactus, live oak, and away 

 beyond. Yes, that valley used to be covered 

 with the same vegetation that is near the api- 

 ary — lots of sage ; but see what a usurpation 

 the plow has made upon the rights of the bee, 

 and the bee has no right to protest. The 

 usurped land is now devoted to grain culture, 

 and It is only a question of a little time when 

 the rest of the level land will be usurped, and 

 then the bees will hie away to the distant hills 

 which are covered with a variety of vegeta- 

 tion ; but even here on the accessible portions 

 hundreds of cattle range to the detriment of 

 honey-pasturage. 



Away across the grain-fields, nearly three 

 miles, Mr. Richardson has another large api- 

 ary, right in the hills, where the plow can not 

 usurp, illustrated in Gleanings some time 

 ago, and also in the ABC. A corner of the 



NOTES OF TRAVEL. 



A Visit with Udo Toepperwein and G. F. Davidson. 



BY E. R. ROOT. 



Everywhere I went it seemed as though I 

 brought rain. When I got into Alabama I 

 learned there had not been any showers for 

 two months. The morning I left home it had 

 poured hard, and for that matter all the way ; 

 and on arriving at the home of friend Jenkins 

 I found I had brought the rain with me. 

 Surely I would leave it behind I thought 

 when I got over into Texas ; but I had not 

 been in the region of San Antonio for more 

 than two or three days when it began to rain 

 there. Prior to that, there had been a contin- 

 uous drouth for two or three months. It got 

 so that I told my friends along the way, that, 



RICHARDSON'S HOME APIARY, SIM! VALLEY, CAL. 



40-acre olive-orchard is shown at the right. 

 The olive-tree has a little insignificant blos- 

 som, but the bees work upon it to advantage. 

 Across another corner of the olive-orchard 

 there is a new year-old railroad, the S. P. 

 Coast L/ine ; and instead of hauling his many 

 tons of honey 20 miles or more he ships right 

 from his door, so to speak, and so progress ad- 

 vances with steady tread. 



The small photo shows the Rambler's load 

 of empty combs crossing the San Susanna 

 Pass. There is a clump of sage by the road- 

 side, and many more among the rocks. Plow 

 nor cow will ever usurp the bees' rights here. 

 And, by the way, allow me to remark that 

 this same San Susanna Mountain is being 

 punctured with one of the largest tunnels in 

 the country — over four miles in length, and 

 on the before-mentioned Coast Line R. R. 



if they needed showers any more, just send 

 for me and I would bring them. Well, when 

 I arrived at San Antonio, after calling on Mr. 

 Scholl, as described in our last issue, there 

 was every indication that there would be a 

 hard shower ; and, sure enough, there was 

 one — a good hard downpour. But in the 

 meantime my friend G. F. Davidson, of Fair- 

 view, who, knowing that I was to be in San 

 Antonio at a certain time, had come up to 

 make me a visit. He had been hunting for 

 two days, not knowing I had gone up to see 

 Mr. Scholl. When I reached San Antonio the 

 second time he was awaiting me. 



Mr Davidson, it will be remembered, is a 

 queen-breeder as well as a honey-producer. I 

 believe he owns, or did own, something like 

 800 colonies. He almost needs no introduc- 

 tion to the readers of Gleanings, yet I am 



