GLEAJ^INGS IN BEE CULTURE 



Colony of bees transferred from the wall of a garage to the hive shown. 



shows the mountain forests and tlie timber 

 line, tlie peak shown rising' to an altitude 

 of about 13,000 feet. A cloud hangs down 

 over one of the peaks. The pine-laden can- 

 yon is nearly two miles wide; and as I 

 focus my camera the pine squirrels and 

 bluejays are scolding each other in the 

 trees, while the Avater-ouzel fishes for bugs 

 and worms in the stream, faintly heard in 

 the canyon's depth. We rejoice that we can 

 keep these memories fresh Avith the lens and 

 plates of our camera. 

 Boulder, Colo. 



BEES THAT WORKED IN THE RAIN 



BY FRANK S. LOCKE 



I am sending a picture of a very remark- 

 able colony of hybrids — at least they ap- 

 pear so to an amateur such as myself. 1 

 know that I am working at something a 

 little out of my line; but the study has 

 become so interesting to me that I shall 

 have to be tolerated by those wlio think me 

 over-enthused. 



I am a chauffeur by profession, and an 

 ardent admirer of the ABC and X Y Z of 

 Bee Culture, to say nothing of Gleanings. 

 J[ spend six months of the year in the 



country; and during the early part of this 

 summer I was attracted by a swarm of bees 

 which were making tlie air merrj^ about my 

 garage. I started the motor of a six-cylin- 

 der car, making much noise, and Avas finally 

 rewarded by seeing the mass cluster on a 

 tree near by. I knew absolutely nothing 

 of bees or their habits at the time, but made 

 up my mind to ascertain a few things on 

 the sj^ot myself. I shook the swarm into 

 a box, then transferred them to a hive lat- 

 er. They made a break a few days after- 

 ward because I moved them, not knowing 

 any better, and absconded for parts un- 

 knoAvn, but my interest did not go with 

 them. I looked at the hive (quite em^Dty 

 now), and found that I had only a small 

 piece of comb, seven frames with starters, 

 and last, but not least, a keen desire to see 

 tliose little rascals busily engaged again. 

 Therein lies my tale. 



You will see in the photogTaph a win- 

 dow, at the up23er left-hand corner of Avhieh 

 was the flight-hole of a stray colony that 

 had been there for three years. Lower down, 

 near the entrance to the hive, you will ob- 

 serve an escape which I manufactured from 

 a tobacco-box of tin. A fine spiral spring 

 did the work. Before putting on the escape 

 I nailed screen wire over every available 



