178 Trails to Woods and Waters 



great deal better than he does, and if he is a 

 wise man he will give his faithful steed the 

 rein and let him take his master home. 



" A dog never gets lost in the woods, and 

 a cat can always find her way back to the old 

 home when she has been moved. We humans 

 don't know it all, Harry, and in some ways we 

 are inferior in wisdom to God's lesser crea- 

 tures." 



" What has the bee been doing in the morn- 

 ing-glory blossom? " I asked. 



" She's been after honey," replied the old 

 man. " The flowers all know her and love 

 her too, I reckon, although she takes their 

 very heart's secret from them. 



" This is the way she does it. She crawls 

 away down into the trumpet until she gets 

 where the honey is, then she licks it out with 

 her little tongue, and puts it away in her 

 honey stomach. That is a small stomach just 

 in front of her real stomach. The sweet will 

 stay in there until it is partly digested, and 

 then it will be ready to put in the comb, that 

 perhaps she made yesterday to hold the 



