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aronnd an apple tree, the tipples have 

 a "tany" llavor, and tliat the lioiiey 

 gathered from blossoms from such 

 trees also lias a "tairy" taste. To us 

 Basswood honey always had a tarry 

 llavor. Wonder if tarred paper is used 

 on those trees? Doubtful. 



That a <jood descrii)t,ion of the 

 "Home of tiie Honeybee," illusti-ated, 

 may be found on page 84.S, Nov. 

 Gleanings. I had rather see the plant 

 than a |)ieture of it. Think, however, 

 the '-birdsej'e" view will have to do us. 



Tliat Gleanings is getting all the 

 "backing-up" statements it desires re- 

 garding tiie salt remedy for the name- 

 less disease, and it is all the An 

 claimed. 



That the first bees brought to Amer- 

 ica landed in Boston in 1670. "We 

 found our first colony williin twen'v 

 miles of the place, where the first 

 swarms landed. 



That Prof. Cook and A. I. Root 

 w\\\ spend the winter in California. 



That Henry K Staley has an idea 

 that electiicity can be made practical 

 in bee culture. 



That sugar manufactured from beets 

 is unfit for winter stores for bees. 



That all the bee escapes have not 

 escaped a good deal of free advertis- 

 ing. No doubt this device woiks well 

 in the absence of better methods. 



SPECIAI. NOTICE. 



We Tvish to say to those of our sub- 

 scribers "wlio liave not renewed their sub- 

 scription tliat Ave are ready to discontinue 

 the An to their address -when notified 

 that it is no lousier needed. 



The meanest men in the world ar^ 

 those who will not take a paper from the 

 office and oonipel the postmaster to notify 

 the publisher that it is not called ff^. 

 We have found four such men since Jan. 

 1, 1891. Just one cent invested in a pos- 

 tal card would have saved their reputa- 

 t on at least as far as we are concerned. 



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IT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED. 

 (Written by ii well-known beekeeper.) 



The scene is a country blacksmith's 

 shop, one of tlie few establishments 

 not materially changed since our 

 grandfathers, and grandmothers too, 

 for that matter, delighted to stop on 

 their way to school to watch the sparks 

 fly from the red-hot horseshoe. As it 

 was in the haying season the shop was 

 occupied by a farmer getting his rake 

 mended, and two or three pensioners. 



''Hullo!" said Jake Rugg, "Here 

 comes Tim Beeman." 



All eyes glance up the dusty road 

 to see the tall, loose jointed person 

 referred to. His real name is Tim- 

 othy Bemis. He is the village nat- 

 uralist, of average ability; I mean 

 average in anything but beekeeping, 

 in this he holds the world's record. 

 He dotes on his bees, it is even said 

 that he has a colony in his bedroom to 

 lull him to sleep. 



Tim also has another characteristic, 

 namely, story-telling. If the peculi- 

 arity of his stories is considered, or 

 their length, then, like Tim himself, 

 they are above the average. 



' ' Say Tim ," remarked Jake casually, 

 "what is your latest in the bee line?" 



Tim straightway answered that he 

 had an adventure the day before. He 

 was pressecLto^tell it. I cannot write 

 Tim's way of'talkiug, I will merely 

 say that he has a" strong nasal accent. 



"I went down to Willard's wood-lot 

 yesterday to look for that prime swarm 

 of Italians I lost last Saturday. Jim- 

 my Burke said he heard the swarm go 

 over his head, and you know Jimmy 

 lives between me and the woods. 



""Wal, I spent all the forenoon 

 looking for that swarm, but did not 

 get even a smell of it. Finalh% about 

 grub time, I came across that old dead 

 buttonwood nigh the white birches, 

 looked at it and saw bees flying about 

 a hole ten or twelve feet from the 

 ground. I climbed up to examine, 

 and foun(^ that the bees were only 

 scouts locking for a home. Just as I 



