74 AN IDYL OF THE HONEY-BEE. 



It is a singular fact that when the bee first finds 

 the hunter's box its first feeling is one of anger ; it 

 is as mad as a hornet ; its tone changes, it sounds its 

 shrill war trumpet and darts to and fro, and gives 

 vent to its rage and indignation in no uncertain man- 

 ner. It seems to scent foul play at once. It says, 

 " Here is robbery ; here is the spoil of some hive, 

 may be my own," and its blood is up. But its ruling 

 passion soon comes to the surface, its avarice gets 

 the better of its indignation, and it seems to say, 

 " Well, I had better take possession of this and carry 

 it home." So after many feints and approaches and 

 dartings off with a loud angry hum as if it would 

 none of it, the bee settles down and fills itself. 



It does not entirely cool off and get soberly to 

 work till it has made two or three trips home with 

 its booty. When other bees come, even if all from 

 the same swarm, they quarrel and dispute over the 

 box, and clip and dart at each other like bantam 

 cocks. Apparently the ill feeling which the sight of 

 the honey awakens is not one of jealousy or rivalry, 

 but wrath. 



A bee will usually make three or four trips frorr 

 the hunter's box before it brings back a companion, 

 T suspect the bee does not tell its fellows what it ha? 

 tound, but that they smell out the secret ; it doubt- 

 less bears some evidence with it upon its feet or pro- 

 boBcis that it has been upon honey-comb and not upon 

 tlowers, and its companions take the hint and follow 

 arriving always many seconds behind. Then thi 



