some sugar, of which they made syrup. 

 They caught bees at three or four 

 different places, tagged them with cot- 

 ton, filled them with syrup and let 

 them fly, watching till the cotton tufts 

 were lost to view, and by going on the 

 lines till they met they found the hive. 

 A piece of gunny-sack filled with comb 

 Was put on each trigger, and that night, 

 as Gringo strode with that long, untir- 

 ing swing that eats up miles like steam- 

 wheels, his sentinel nose reported the 

 delicious smell, the one that above the 

 rest meant joy. So Gringo Jack fol- 

 lowed fast and far, for the place was a 

 mile away, and reaching the curious 

 log cavern, he halted and sniffed. 

 There were hunters' smells; yes, but, 

 above all, that smell of joy. He walked 

 around to be sure, and knew it was 

 inside; then cautiously he entered. 

 Some wood-mice scurried by. He 



