2io Trails to Woods and Waters 



when the bee, laden with sweets, for which it 

 had not labored, came forth, circled about for 

 a few seconds and then started across the 

 fields in a line straight as a telephone wire, I 

 started after it at my best pace. 



" Leg it, leg it, Harry," shouted my com- 

 panion. " I am afraid she is going to get 

 away from you." 



I doubled my efforts, but in vain, for the- 

 speck in the air above me grew smaller and 

 smaller and just as I lost it I heard Ben shout, 

 " Look out," but his cry came too late. 



Without the slightest warning I plunged 

 head first into the meadow ditch. 



My bee-veil was jammed down on to my 

 head and crushed out of shape, and I was 

 covered with mud and water. 



" Too bad, Harry, too bad," said Ben, help- 

 ing me out a minute later. " I guess you're 

 not hurt much. I shouted for you to look 

 out, but you were so hard after that bee that 

 you didn't hear me. 



" That is the trouble with chasing bees pell- 

 mell crosslots. You want to be cross-eyed, 



