A Lively Bee Hunt 2 1 5 



roaring with their wings as that swarm 

 made when it poured forth in a black cloud, 

 to avenge itself upon the destroyers of its 

 home. 



In an instant the air about us was black 

 with them. 



I thrust my hands into my pockets to pro- 

 tect them and ran pell-mell into a thick 

 growth of scrub hemlock which was near at 

 hand. 



My bee-veil protected my face and neck 

 nicely, but some of the sharp bayonets of this 

 infuriated army pricked the skin on my 

 wrists, and one went up my pants leg on a 

 voyage of discovery. 



I yelled with pain and fought them des- 

 perately. 



I was lucky enough to get off with four or 

 five stings, but these made my wrists swell 

 badly. 



When the bees at last left me, and I peeped 

 out of the bushes to see how it fared with old 

 Ben, I saw, to my great astonishment, that 

 he was sitting on one end of the fallen log, 



