bumblebees' nest. Jack loved honey, 

 of course, and knew quite well what a 

 bees' nest was, so the call, " Honey 

 Jacky honey!" never failed to bring 

 him in waddling haste to the spot. 

 Jerking his nose up in token of plea- 

 sure, he would approach cautiously, 

 for he knew that bees have stings. 

 Watching his chance, he would dexter- 

 ously slap at them with his paws till, 

 one by one, they were knocked down 

 and crushed ; then sniffing hard for the 

 latest information, he would stir up the 

 nest gingerly till the very last was 

 tempted forth to be killed. When the 

 dozen or more that formed the swarm 

 were thus got rid of, Jack would care- 

 fully dig out the nest and eat first the 

 honey, next the grubs and wax, and 

 last of all the bees he had killed, 

 champing his jaws like a little Pig 

 at a trough, while his long red, snaky 



