THE LIFE OF A BEE 



and started back to my cell. Finally I reached it. 

 I was dumfounded to find that it had been over- 

 hauled and that the bread-men had filled it with 

 shining yellow loaves. Wondering, I fell asleep hanging 

 between the combs. The last sound that I heard had 

 been a long, low murmur, which afterward I came 

 to know to be the. voice of my hive singing an imme- 

 morial hymn, a hymn, I have been told, the bees have 

 sung for a hundred times a thousand years. 



