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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



Henry Reddert's suburban apiary, Cincinnati, .Qhio^., 



from a befeEig^PPi'- He invitecTjiieta visit 

 liim; and Avffiu I did so mj' love for "rural 

 scenes all came back. I watched his bees 

 coming in and going out of the hives for 

 hours at a time, and 1 concluded to have 

 some myself. I sent to the public library 

 for a book on beekeeping. The first I re- 

 ceived was written by Huish, an English 

 writer. As it was written in 1817 the pages 

 were yellow with age. Next I read Lang- 

 stroth's " Honey Bee," then Quinby's " Bee- 

 keeping," and in addition I subscribed for 

 two bee journals. This reading kept me 

 busy for two years. I made two hives on 

 the Langstroth pattern in the cellar of my 

 home, all the while happy in the thought of 

 my future venture. I read bees, thought 

 bees, dreamed of bees, and awoke in the 

 morning with bees buzzing in my ears. I 

 certainl}' had the bee fever. 



My next thought was to get a suitable 

 location in the suburbs. My text-books and 

 bee-journals had advised me about this, and 

 T finally found one. My new home w^as sur- 

 rounded by elm and poplar trees, with a 

 few peach trees, a fine lawn, and acres of 

 white and sweet clover all around. Here I 

 took care of my two colonies, which I pur- 

 chased from a go-as-you-please beekeeper, 

 to the best of my knowledge and ability. I 

 became interested in the beekeepers' asso- 

 ciation, and made many beekeeping friends. 



During the last 12 years I have failed to 

 get a crop but one year, when a very long 

 drouth almost burned the clover out of the 

 ground. My family is fond of hone5^ and 

 now that we produce it ourselves we use 

 plenty of it. The surplus w^e sell at a fair 

 profit. We are all in good health, which 

 can not be measured in dollars and cents. 



The photograph shows a part of my api- 

 ary. The fence on the north side acts as a 



windbreak so that my 

 winter losses are re- 

 duced to a minimum. 



Cincinnati, Ohio. 



♦-♦-•^ 



AFRICAN BEES STING 

 BLACK WORSE THAN 

 ANY OTHER COLOR 



BY W. G. DAVIS 



Here in South Afri- 

 ca, where beekeeping 

 is still in its infancy, 

 a good many bee-own- 

 ers still persist in 

 keeping bees in the 

 old-fashioned way. 

 Barrels, boxes, and, in 

 fact, any thing in 

 ^__^^_ wliich bees will live, 

 are used for honey production. When I say 

 bee-owners I do not mean beekeepers, for 

 all bee-owners are not beekeepers. The ma- 

 jority of these, when they start taking the 

 honey, cut out the brood and discard it, and 

 take the honej'. There is always a certain 

 amount of honev allowed to be about, and 



A BUNCH OF WHITE LEGHORXS AND THEIE KEEPER. 



Dear Mr. Boot: — I have read Mr. Root's many 

 articles in Gleanings relative to his chickens, and 

 have often wondered if he has tamed his as I have 

 mine. The enclosed photograph is a picture of a 

 bunch of White Leghorns we raised last summer, 

 and myself. 



Denver, Col., Jan. 15. Mrs. Louis F. Jouno. 



