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with a swarm of bees about him, but appar- 

 ently quite unconcerned. 



" Run, Ben," I cried; " you will be stung to 

 death." 



" They won't hurt me. I have handled the 

 little critters before. I am better protected 

 than you, for I have on a pair of gloves that 

 protect my wrists. I meant to have told you 

 to go farther back when the tree fell, but it 

 got ahead of me. 



" We'll put some mud on those stings of 

 yours and it will soon cure them. That is the 

 remedy all the wild creatures use. But we 

 are well paid for our pains. There is a hun- 

 dred pounds of honey in this tree if there is 

 an ounce." 



When the roaring of the angry swarm had 

 partially died down, I went nearer to see the 

 honey. 



It was a most beautiful sight. Although 

 the comb had been considerably broken in the 

 fall, yet it still kept many of its fantastic 

 shapes. 



Running up and down in the middle of the 



