AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 



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Sulphur Cure for Bee-Paralysis. 



I have experimented with the sulphur 

 cure for bee-paralysis, and believe it a suc- 

 cess—at least it or something else has cured 

 a very obstinate case for me. My plan of 

 treatment was this : 



I took a common pepper-box and filled it 

 with pulverized 'sulphur, and gave the bees 

 and combs a generous sprinkling of the 

 sulphur. I was careful, however, to not 

 sprinkle the uncapped brood. The third 

 day after this application, I could see a 

 marked improvement in the bees, and I 

 then gave them another application of the 

 sulphur, and within a week the cure seemed 

 to be complete. 



If sulphur does prove to be a specific for 

 this dreaded disease, what a boon to bee- 

 keepers ! And how simple and easy of ap- 

 plication ! 



In my experience I have never seen bees 

 do better at this season of the year than 

 they are now doing in this locality. Bass- 

 wood did fairly well, and sourwood is ex- 

 tra, and is now in its prime. It was thought 

 one month ago that we would get no sur- 

 plus honey this year, but a surplus is now 

 assured. H. F. Coleman. 



Sneedville, Tenn., July 4. 



Not Owner, but Manager. 



One would naturally get the impression 

 from my statement on page 25, that I am 

 the owner of 250 colonies of bees. I neg- 

 lected to put in that statement that I am 

 manager for Mr. E. B. Ross, of two of his 

 four apiaries. He has one at his home 

 (Syracuse), one at Tully, one at Warner's, 

 and one at Camillus— in all about 250 colo- 

 nies in fine condition. I have full control 

 of the Camillus and Warner's apiaries, 

 seven miles apart. 



Bees are doing finely at Warner's. I wish 

 I could say the same of those at Camillus. 

 Basswood is now in full bloom, and all may 

 end well yet. J. W. Tefft. 



Camillus, N. Y., July 5. 



Ants— Report for 1893, Etc. 



I got rid af the ants around my hives last 

 year by rubbing pennyroyal around them 

 where the ants were traveling; also a very 

 kind bee-keeping friend wrote me to make 

 a circle of coal-oil around the hives twice a 

 week for two or three weeks. I tried this, 

 and they disappeared. I used to corres- 

 pond with this friend, and was successful 

 in all that he told me. 



In the spring of 1893 I started with 8 colo- 

 nies, a few very weak. I had re-queened 

 them all except one which proved to be 

 extra good in 1892. although I had no rec- 

 ord of the queen's age. Before swarming- 

 time I found her with all drone-brood and 

 a few queen-cells started, so I pinched the 

 queen's head off, destroyed the cells, and 

 gave them a cell of my best Italian. 



My bees averaged 50 pounds of nice white 

 honey in one-pound sections. The best I 

 took 84 pounds from ; this one contained a 



queen from the South ; and the worst gave 

 me nothing. Any one reading this can see 

 that I was in " ups und downs," just learn- 

 ing what bees are. Well, one Sunday in 

 June, while I was at church, I heard that 

 my bees were swarming. Well, thought I, 

 they may just swarm, because I had the 

 Alley trap at each hive. After church I 

 went around the church corner in my yard, 

 having seen the bees clustered on a high 

 tree, so I came to the hive where the bees 

 had swarmed out. This one swarmed the 

 day before. I hived them on starters that 

 time. I did not think of a frame of un- 

 sealed brood preventing swarming out; 

 anyway this was a big, strong swarm, high 

 on the tree. I left them without looking 

 after the other hives, and soon they 

 swarmed up and all around. Some went 

 back, and a lot went across a large wheat 

 field. Afterwards I learned that two 

 swarms had been out. The trap was push- 

 ed a little from the hive. 



Some time in August I found, or was told 

 of, a large bee-tree, one-half mile from my 

 home, which was not on the land where I 

 was living. They seemed to be yellow bees. 

 I started off to the manager of the farm, 

 telling him that I came to buy one of their 

 trees containing a swarm of bees. " Bees," 

 said he; "if there are bees in, you can 

 buy." He asked $3.00 for all. I paid it, and 

 went to see my brother-in-law, who is one 

 of the very best fellows I can get to help 

 with bees. The tree was a large oak, the 

 hole 60 feet from the ground, where the 

 bees were working in and out, so we were 

 not bothered with the bees while sawing 

 the tree down. At last it fell, and sounded 

 very nearly like thunder. And then the 

 sport went on ! We could do nothing right 

 where the wreck was for the first 20 min- 

 utes. A near neighbor came to see. He 

 would not put a veil on, but went right 

 there. Ofttimes I can keep from laughing 

 about things, but I and no one else could 

 keep from shouting, for he hustled like Old 

 Mr. Blobbs, as shown in the Bee Journal. 

 last fall. The way he had to run, and 

 scrape— indeed, it was too bad ! 



Well, we had not to open much to see 

 what it was. The honey was rolling and 

 dripping. The combs had been mashed to- 

 gether, pieces lying here and there, and an 

 awful muss of dead bees. We had a wash- 

 boiler and few tin pans to get the honey in. 

 The bees that were, not killed were mostly 

 on the wing, filled with honey. We could 

 every now and then see a yellow drone, but 

 no queen. We returned home with the 

 honey we fished up. This was 20 pounds 

 after it was strained. 



The next morning I got up early to look 

 after the bees where the wrecked tree was, 

 and found them clustered all over a piece 

 of wood containing a little bit of comb. I 

 had fixed a case (or hive) with foundation, 

 one frame of unsealed brood placed right 

 where the bees were, and started them in. 

 I left this there awhile, and then took the 

 case and bees home, and soon learned that 

 the queen was saved. 



Well, I had the 20 pounds of honey to 

 start them on with, and on Nov. 30th I bad 



