1889 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



863 



comb much, unless honey is coming in with tolera- 

 ble rapidity. Some of us have to have our crop 

 gathered while honey is coming-in slowly; and if 

 the super were chock full of drone foundation, bees 

 might feel disinclined to go on with it. 



E. E. Hasty. 

 There seems to be a pretty fair agreement 

 in regard to the matter, friends. I believe 

 that Dr. Miller, however, is the first one 

 who suggests that drone comb would be a 

 saving of wax, and suggests one thing that 

 I never thought of before ; that is, that hon- 

 ey stored in drone comb is less substantial. 

 It seems a little queer that the queen should 

 go up in the sections because they contain- 

 ed drone comb, when she had never been 

 there at all. Perhaps friend Heddon has 

 the correct explanation in regard to it. I 

 expected, when I first saw the question, that 

 a good many would object to the concluding 

 remark. I presume the writer of the query 

 meant that bees will always build more or 

 less drone comb if a foundation of worker 

 comb is not furnished them. 



After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, 

 which no man could number, of all nations, and 

 kindreds, and people, and tongues, stood before the 

 throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white 

 robes, and palms in their hands.— Rev. 7: 9. 



A SUNDAY IN CHICAGO. 



fHE convention mentioned elsewhere 

 ■ adjourned at one o'clock Saturday aft- 

 ernoon. Now, Chicago is a wonder- 

 ful city. A single street in it, I am 

 told, is 35 miles long, and there is 

 ever and ever so much to be seen in the 

 great city ; notwithstanding, when the con- 

 vention was over I wanted to go home a 

 good deal more than I wanted to see any 

 thing else on the face of the earth. I knew 

 that a train would leave in the evening that 

 would land me within perhaps 20 miles of 

 my home, at about one o'clock Sunday 

 morning ; and I even began arguing with 

 myself that it would not be wicked to trav- 

 el on Sunday before daylight. I did not 

 propose to walk the whole 20 miles ; but I 

 figured up that I could telegraph to Ernest 

 to meet me about breakfast time, part way, 

 and I could walk eight miles before break- 

 fast, as 1 did once before. Ernest would 

 have to get up a little earlier than usual 

 Sunday morning, but we could both be 

 home and still have plenty of time for 

 church. Now, this is just what I longed to 

 do, and found it hard to refrain from doing. 

 But something else said, " No, my child, 

 you have really no right to indulge in such 

 a piece of eccentricity. You have much 

 reason to thank God for the strength he has 

 given you, and for the energy with which 

 you meet difficult tasks when they come. 

 But this is not one of them. Remember 

 the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. By far the 

 better way for you will be to stay in this 

 great city, and inquire, as you have done 

 hundreds of times before. ' Lord, what wilt 

 thou have me to do here this beautiful aft- 

 ernoon V " 



I obeyed the voice, but I confess that 1 

 did not find much enjoyment in it. I visit- 

 ed a nephew of mine in the suburbs, and 

 together we visited the celebrated town of 

 Pullman, where the palace sleeping-cars are 

 made. The place is something wonderful, 

 surely, but I have not time to describe it 

 now. Saturday evening we attended a 

 meeting of the' Y. M. C A., in Farwell Hall. 

 I was much inteiested, but no particular 

 blessing came to me there. I had simply 

 the consciousness of doing my duty, but at 

 the same time I was just a little bit home- 

 sick. The garden down by the creek, my 

 little spring, the carp-pond, and the vegeta- 

 bles that stand the cold weather, including 

 the strawberries, had more attractions for 

 me than any thing that great city could fur- 

 nish. I felt glad that God had given me a 

 faculty to enjoy innocent, inexpensive 

 amusements ; and I felt glad that I loved 

 the home, and the loved ones God has given 

 me, better than any other home, or the 

 home of anybody else, if you choose. 



As usual I was up Sunday morning as 

 soon as there was a glimpse of daylight. 

 The great hotel looked about the same Sun- 

 day morning as at other times. In fact, 

 there is hardly any morning, noon, or night, 

 for the electric lights keep it about as light 

 at night as by day, and there are always 

 quite a good many folks around. Even ear- 

 ly Sunday morning there are quite a few 

 early risers — newsboys and others, moving 

 about. May be you feel like inquiring 

 whether I succeeded in finding a Bible at 

 the Commercial House in Chicago. I was 

 provided, however, so I did not need to in- 

 quire. There is one thing I did like very 

 much. A large plain bulletin-board near 

 the entrance of the hotel told all about the 

 religious meetings, Sunday-schools, prayer- 

 meetings, etc. This bulletin-board is cor- 

 rected quarterly by the different pastors. 

 From that, and from the daily papers, I 

 learned there were no services of any kind 

 until half-past nine. Long before that 

 time, however, I had read my Bible until I 

 was tired, and felt as if I must stir around 

 outdoors. Now, I do not believe the all- 

 wise Father expects me to stay indoors un- 

 til I get dull and sleepy, even if it is Sun- 

 day. In a great city one can not get out at 

 all unless he goes out on the streets. I de- 

 cided to take a walk and look at the differ- 

 ent church buildings, whose spires rose from 

 every quarter of the compass. Many of 

 them had very pretty bulletin-boards near 

 the entrances, giving the hour of service, 

 and extending a cordial invitation to 

 strangers. Pretty soon my eye caught a 

 glimpse of a little girl hurrying along with a 

 book in one hand. Soon another one hurried 

 in the same direction. It reminded me of 

 the time when I was writing the chapter on 

 " bee-hunting," in the ABC book. For 

 weeks and months I roamed the forest at 

 different times, eagerly following every bee 

 I could see on the wing, and scanning trees 

 having any appearance of hollows or open- 

 ings where the bees might enter. When we 

 saw a bee alight near one of these openings, 

 and creep in, what a shout we set up! Now, 

 I did not set up a shout when I saw these 



