180 Trails to Woods and Waters 



who are her daughters gather honey, and 

 make combs in which to store it. 



" The drones are the queen's sons, and they 

 do nothing but live on the honey that the 

 daughters gather. 



" But all the honey-bees do not live in the 

 little white house. Many of them live in bee- 

 trees in the deep woods, where they store up 

 hundreds of pounds of honey. It is great 

 fun to hunt for a bee-tree." 



" Let's go some day, Ben," I cried, all ex- 

 citement. 



" All right, boy, I intended to take you 

 some time ; but I guess we will not go to-day. 



" Now that was pretty good for one morn- 

 ing-glory trumpet, Harry. Let's see what 

 else there is here on the old back porch." 



" This rotten plank is full of ants," I said, 

 rather indifferently. 



" Good, boy, good," cried Ben, slapping me 

 on the shoulder. " Now you are getting your 

 woodsman's specks rubbed up a bit. Per- 

 haps I shall make a woodsman of you after 

 all. 



