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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



July 1 



nanas, and various other fruits, the Ram- 

 bler was surfeited. 



The two Harrys kindly showed me how 

 the}' g'athered cocoanuts. While one Harry 

 climbed the tree the other tried to hold that 

 mule in position for a photo. The reader 

 will observe that the remarks I made about 

 said mule are no slander. 



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When in the tree the cocoanuts came 

 down with lightning-like rapidity. Light- 

 ning operators in the honey business is a 

 very nice reputation to have, and I grant 

 that Harry Howe carries out the reputation 

 not only with the bees but with the gun, the 

 fish-pole, the wheel, and many other things; 

 but when a person seeks to monopolize the 

 lightning feature in all lines he is liable to 

 accidents. 



Let me tell you about a certain species of 

 alligator that Harry Hunt hunted. The or- 

 dinary alligator as found in these lagoons 

 is not a very ditngerous reptile; but this 

 other species is not only a lightning opera- 



tor himself, but he is chain lightning. But, 

 alas I Harr3^ did not realize it. Whj'I this 

 species, by his quick movements, can make 

 a lagoon foam and boil like soapsuds; and 

 those enormous jaws — well, chain lightning 

 just expresses it. But, alas I Harry did not 

 realize it. 



Sufifice it to say, I have not words to de- 

 scribe the sad scene, and will leave the 

 matter in the hands of our artist. But, 

 kind and sympathetic reader, shed no tears 

 until we point a moral and adorn a tale in 

 our next. 



A DAILY DIALOGUE. 



BY DAVID GRIMES. 



Whatcher 



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A LIGHTNING OPERATOR. 



"Mornin', friend Grimes." 

 "Mornin', Bro. Kleinmacher. 

 doin' with that long knife?" 

 "Don't cher know?" 

 "Navv; whatcher doin'?" 

 "Wal, my best jedgment, after an expe- 

 rience of nigh outer thirty-four months, has 

 taught me that the 'settin' bees ain't suffi- 

 cient to themselves, so I'm just a caponizing 

 the drones; and, duru 'em, they've got to 

 take care of the brood." 



"Wal, I snum! I ain't never heard of no 

 sech thing afore. I guess I'll try it." 



"'Taint no use onless you've had lots of 

 experience. You see the secret of my suc- 

 cess is that I soak up experience day times 

 and then lie awake o'nights so as not to 

 sweat it out — see?" 



"But, say; how can you write about so 

 many things as you do?" 



"That's easy. You see I just take a lot 

 of the papers; and when I run acrost some- 

 what that seems good I use it." 

 "But don't yer say who writ it?" 

 "Naw; takes too much time." 

 "But sposen 'taint so." 

 "Wal, there's another secret of my suc- 

 cess. You see you don't want to be too all- 

 fired specific. It's a sight easier to state 

 things in a general sort of way, and then 

 if any smart Aleck wants to try to pin 3'ou 

 down he can't." 



"That is a great scheme, sure enough. 

 'Fore I forget it I want to ask what you 

 think of the scientific stuff some of these 

 new chaps is writin' ?" 



"Oh! that ain't of much account. You 

 see bees are different from animals. Those 

 chaps think that, just 'cause 

 they know a little science and 

 have got a few bees in their 

 back yard, they can give us 

 fellows points; they can't do it, 

 though." 



"But why do you quote from 

 them? " 



"Oh! well, that sort of stuff 

 takes just now, so I use it." 



"I must be a movin'. 'Bliged 

 to you for your information. I'll 

 try that caponizing trick. Where 

 can I get one of their long 

 knives?" 



