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honey, we were to shut them in, carry the box 

 on in the line of flight, and let them go again. 

 We were to keep this up until we reached the 

 bee tree. It sounded simple. 



We got our box two boxes, to be sure of 

 our resources baited them with chunks of 

 comb, and took along little window panes for 

 covers. Then we packed up luncheon and set 

 out for an abandoned pasture in our woods 

 where we remembered the &quot;yeller-top&quot; grew 

 thick. Our New England fall mornings are 

 cool, and as we walked up the shady wood 

 road Jonathan predicted that it would be no 

 use to hunt bees. &quot;They ll be so stiff they 

 can t crawl. Look at that lizard, now!&quot; He 

 stooped and touched a little red newt lying 

 among the pebbles of the roadway. The little 

 fellow seemed dead, but when Jonathan held 

 him in the hollow of his hand for a few mo 

 ments he gradually thawed out, began to 

 wriggle, and finally dropped through between 

 his fingers and scampered under a stone. 

 &quot;See?&quot; said Jonathan. &quot;We ll have to thaw 

 out every bee just that way.&quot; 



But I had confidence that the sun would 

 take the place of Jonathan s hand, and re- 



