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Vol. XXX. 



DEC. 15, 1902. 



No. 24 



Dr.C.CMiLLER. 



Referring to p. 980 and footnote, in this 

 locality colonies will stand having- two 

 frames of brood and bees taken every week 

 or ten days ; but in too many cases they will 

 swarm in spite of it. But then such deple- 

 tion can not be begun here before June. 



What Stenog savs, p. 973, reminds me 

 that I've seen mention of non-intoxicating 

 honey-drinks in foreign journals, but never 

 any thing entirely clear on the subject. 

 Can any one tell us how to make a good 

 sparkling drink from honey that will leave 

 one with a clear brain ? 



"Winter lingers in the lap of spring" 

 sometimes, but this time winter has fur- 

 nished the lap for fall to linger in. Up to 

 Dec. 6 I haven't given my horses a mouth- 

 ful but what they could get in the pasture. 

 "Starved them?" Not a bit of it. They're 

 fat. [So in this locality all but the horses. 

 —Ed.] 



Forced swarms, with me, do not swarm 

 out when a frame of brood is given them; 

 but I have always taken the brood away 

 after a day or a week, because they almost 

 always start queen-cells on it._ But I don't 

 know for sure that they would'swarm if the 

 brood was left. I never tried leaving- it 

 permanently. — Ed. ] 



I'm afraid we do not appreciate our 

 mothers as we ought. When I read of the 

 death of A. I.. Root's mother, and recalled 

 what a sweet old lady she was as I had 

 personally known her, I said to myself, 

 " With such a mother A. I. Root could hard- 

 ly go entirely to the bad if he tried." And 

 I'm glad he didn't try. 



"It is hard to resist the ministry of the 

 woods. The sympathetic silence of the trees, 



the aromatic airs that breathe through the 

 shady spaces, the soft mingling of broken 

 lights — these all combine to lay upon the 

 spirit a soothing balm, and bring to the 

 heart peace." — That's a beautiful bit from 

 Ralph Connor's last story, "Glengarry 

 School Days." I thought A. I. Root would 

 like it. 



There you go again, Mr. Editor, p. 9/2, 

 charging me with "chasing that phantom 

 of a strictly non-swarming race." I never 

 expect such a thing to be run down in my 

 time, and spoke only of non-swarming, no- 

 matter what the race, which phantom I 

 have some hopes of materializing in my 

 time. [You may realize the phantom, but it 

 will be a phantom ever fleeting, and not a 

 reality. — Ed.] 



LindT':n seedlings by the hundred come 

 up each spring under my row of trees that 

 reaches to the public road, but I never see 

 any thing of them after they are three or 

 four inches high. I wonder what becomes 

 of them. [I wonder if those colts of 3'our& 

 that browse around over your premises oc- 

 casionally ever get under that row of trees. 

 I know this, that, stock, especially horses, 

 are fond of very young- bass woods. For 

 that reason you will never find such trees- 

 in pasture or woods where cattle are al- 

 lowed to remain. A. I. R. says: "Trans- 

 plant them, doctor, into a bed of nice soil 

 (as we do) before the colts get them."^ — Ed.] 



The Chicago - Northwestern conven- 

 tion was good, reminding one of the old 

 times. A score or more were from outside 

 Illinois. Four bee editors were present, 

 Messrs. Abbott, Hutchinson, Leahy, York. 

 Gleanings was represented by Huber 

 Root, and it was not disgraced thereby. 

 There's good stuff in Huber. [Huber is 

 assistant editor, for he is helping out your 

 humble servant. Yes, indeed, there is good 

 stuff in him, even if he is only a strapping 

 kid of 19; but he is going away to complete 

 his schooling, and then I shall be left high 

 and dry again. — Rd.] 



"I HAVE no faith that you will ever get 

 an untinkered swarm that will not swarm," 

 quoth ye editor, p. 972, of course meaning 



