Dec. 6, 1900. 



AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL 



775 



that life means something ; let us feel that it is worth some- 

 thing to feel we are honest and treating our fellow men 

 right, and telling them the truth. 



If I have a deal with a man, and give him what he ex- 

 pects to get, and get a good sound profit out of it, I don't 

 feel any compunctions of conscience ; but if I misrepresent, 

 if I don't tell him all the facts, if I don't make the matter 

 clear and plain so that he is thoroly satisfied, I can't sleep 

 at night; I can't get over it; in some way those dollars 

 burn in my pocket, and I feel as tho I had done a wrong 

 thing ; but when I can accumulate anything and do it hon- 

 estly, and get a legitimate profit, that is all right and 

 proper. 



It seems to me that a man who sits down here in Chi- 

 cago and mixes glucose with honey and labels it " pure 

 clover honey," and sends it out into the States of Missouri, 

 Kansas, and Iowa, and all over the United States, and has 

 it sold for pure honey, and who knows it will be sold for 

 pure honey, ought to have the nightmare so he could not 

 sleep; the demons ought to chase him night and day. Just 

 think of sitting down deliberatelj' to defraud the people in 

 a thing that they are to eat, and that is absolutely neces- 

 sary in order to live ! Why, I would just as soon think of 

 cheating a man with regard to his grave-clothes, sell him a 

 robe that was only cotton and claim it was silk ; I would as 

 soon think of doing it as I would to cheat a man in what he 

 has to eat. But that is going on every day. Mr. York 

 knows it ; the whole city is full of it ; our city is full of it. 

 Here is an illustration : 



I went into a store one day, pickt up a bottle — Mr. 

 Root knows something about it, as I had it down in Phila- 

 delphia last year, and had it analyzed, and it was 75 percent 

 glucose, labeled pure clover honey, purporting to be put up 

 at Medina, Ohio. I went into the store and I said to the 

 man — oh, he was a Christian man, takes a high stand with 

 regard to morals, prof est to be an example — I said : "I want 

 to get just this much testimony. I want to know if these 

 people down in Kansas City will say in black and white 

 whether this honey does or does not come from Medina; would 

 you have any objections to having your buyer ask that 

 question that they might answer in black and white." 



What do you think he said? Well, it was this: "I 

 don't want to get mixt up with other people's business. I 

 don't want to meddle with anything that doesn't concern 

 me." 



But, I said, " Sir, this does concern you ; I bought this 

 bottle of honey off your shelves, and the salesman who sold 

 it to your buyer here, who doesn't know anything about 

 honey, told him it was pure. Now, sir, what have you to 

 say ?" 



He said, " Well, I will study about it ;" and he is study- 

 ing yet about it, hasn't anything to say; he hasn't the 

 manhood ; he hasn't the moral courage to come up and 

 furnish the testimony that would send that man to jail, 

 for proof of food adulteration would do it in Missouri. 

 The people all over this country are winking at those 

 things, and the time has come for us to stand for the truth 

 and the right, whether it injures us or our neighbors. [Ap- 

 plause.] Emerson T. Abbott. 

 (Continued next week.) 



" The Hum of the Bees in the Apple-Tree Bloom " is 

 the name of the finest bee-keeper's song — words by Hon. 

 Eugene Secor and music by Dr. C. C. Miller. This is 

 thought by some to be the best bee-song yet written by Mr. 

 Secor and Dr. Miller. It is, indeed, a " hummer." We can 

 furnish a single copy of it postpaid, for 10 cents, or 3 copies 

 for 25 cents. Or, we will mail a half-dozen copies of it for 

 sending us one new yearly subscription to the American 

 Bee Journal at $1.00. 



The Chicago Convention Picture is a fine one. It is 

 nearly 8x10 inches in size, mounted on heavy cardboard 

 10x12 inches. It is, we believe, the largest group of bee- 

 keepers ever taken in one picture. It is sent, postpaid, for 

 75 cents ; or we can send the American Bee Journal one 

 year and the picture — both for SI. 60. It would be a nice 

 picture to frame. We have not counted them, but think 

 there are nearly 200 bee-keepers shown. 



Queen-Rearing is a very interesting part of bee-keeping. 

 Mr. Doolittle's book tells practically all about the subject. 

 See the offer we make on the second page of this number. 



Contributed Articles. 



No. 7."lnteresting Notes on European Travel. 



BY C. i'. DADANT. 



LEARNING that I was fond of visiting ancient estab- 

 lishments, which are rather a curiosity to a man coming 

 from a new country like America, Mr. Bertrand pro- 

 posed to show me the most interesting remains of olden 

 times along the shores of Lake Geneva, at the same time 

 giving me an opportunity of becoming acquainted with 

 some of the most practical bee-keepers in the country. 



" We will arrange for a visit to De Blonay to-morrow," 

 he said one day. "Who is De Blonay ?" " Mr. H. De Blonay 

 is one of our oldest practical bee-keepers. He belonged to 

 the first progressive bee-keepers' association in the country 

 years ago ; he is a retired civil engineer, living during the 

 winter in Eausanne, and in the summer in the castle built 

 by his ancestors in the eleventh century, four miles above 

 the city of Vevey, some 30 miles from here. We will go by 

 steamboat, take breakfast with the Blonay family, and 

 come home late in the afternoon by rail." 



This was done. A call on the telephone by Mrs. Ber- 

 trand gave due notice of our coming, and we were informed 

 that they would expect us without fail a little before noon 

 the next day. Telephones are not so numerous in country 

 places in Europe as they are here, but they are all long-dis- 

 tance instruments. 



So on Saturday morning we left Nyon together — Mr. 

 Bertrand, my daughter, and myself — on one of the swift 

 steamers that ply back and forth on this deep, clear lake, so 

 clear that you can see fishes 20 feet below the surface when 

 the water is still. The waters of Lake Geneva reminded me 

 of Sturgeon Bay, in Wisconsin, where one can see the fish 

 bite at the hook eight or ten feet below the surface. But 

 the view of Lake Geneva is beyond description. The boat 

 stops a minute or two at each landing — pretty villages or 

 large towns stretcht in the sun on the slope of the hills, 

 with endless vineyards running back from the suburbs up 

 to the pine forests above. In two or three hours we were 

 at Vevey, a city of some six or eight thousand inhabitants, 

 and a carriage was soon found to go to the castle. 



I will note here that the city of Vevey was once inhab- 

 ited by the great apiarist Huber, at least according to 

 Bevan, who, however, spells the name " Vivai," but he evi- 

 dently referred to this town, for Huber was born at Geneva, 

 and lived at different spots along the north shore of the 

 lake. It is remarkable that Switzerland has been the birth- 

 place of several noted apiarists, among whom I can name 

 Gelieu, and the famous Francois Burnens, the servant of 

 Huber, who so faithfully and so earnestly helpt in his ex- 

 periments. Without him Huber could have done but little, 

 since he was blind, and his discoveries in the natural his- 

 tory of the bee might have remained ignored much longer. 



The castle of Blonay, built as a fortress, and overlook- 

 ing the neighboring village to which it gave its name, is 

 on a steep eminence from which one sees the city of Vevey, 

 the lake, and the mountains of Savoy. It is a romantic 

 spot. High walls, towers, a 60-foot dungeon (useless to- 

 day), an inner court, with walls covered with ivy, massive 

 abutments here and there to keep the walls from falling 

 outward, a dozen or more terraces to support these abut- 

 ments ; big apartments, a small chapel, a stone archt ogival 

 stairway leading to the upper floors — everything here looks 

 odd, antique, I would almost say fantastic. It is clear that 

 when this was built the main thought was safetj-, not con- 

 venience. But civilization has shown its footprints, the 

 more so as we are now in the most democratic country in 

 the world, and with some of the most progressive people in 

 that republic. The drawbridges have disappeared, the court 

 opens to all corners. The old stone ogival stairway which 

 must have once resounded with the armors of steel that we 

 saw hanging in the chapel, is now modernized with a tele- 

 phone at the top of the steps. In the big reception hall, 

 hung with family paintings of hundreds of years, we see a 

 phonograph. 



But what an immense dwelling for three persons — our 

 host, his wife, and daughter, besides three or four servants. 

 No wonder they do not stay here in the winter. Altho this 

 is certainly a pleasant summer home, it would be a chilly 



