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Notwithstanding some difference of opinion, he 

 lias become heartily dear to us, and we often 

 think of him with pleasure. With him our 

 succession of company came to an end, for alas! 

 alas! the visit of our dear editor, Schmid,* 

 which was intended as a surprise to us, was 

 frustrated hy the death of his little daughter. 

 Whilst yet attending the bee-masters' meeting, 

 a telegram called him back only to find his child 

 extended upon her bier. One daughter a bride, 

 the other with wreaths lying upon her coffin — 

 which may be the happier ? 



Having thus mentioned our visitors, and re- 

 ported what occurred behind the scenes, I have 

 still something on my mind. It seems to have 

 been stated and believed at Darmstadt tbat my 

 articles may be the productions of my husband. 

 Now the idea is so ridiculous, that if it were 

 not insulting, it might be extremely amusiug. 

 Poor lords of creation ! Have you never found 

 a woman, who without stepping out of her 

 sphere, took an interest in something more than 

 eggs, butter, and servants? Do you not know 

 how to distinguish differences of thought and 

 style? Can you not understand that my man- 

 ner of writing is as impossible to my husband 

 as his learned treatises bristling with quotations 

 would be to me ? Those who are not sensitive 

 might not feel this, but at any rate, a less hasty 

 judgment is to be commended. I thank God 

 that my dear husband's health is improving, 

 and I trust the time will soon come, when by 

 his sledge-hammer blows he will demonstrate 

 ad oculos, that he has no especial penchant for 

 my style of writing. 



Whilst psnning the foregoing our little dog 

 was brought in. He had been run over by a 

 stage coach. Four hours later he was dead. 

 Many bee-friends will remember our pretty 

 Sepp, which my husband had so long ago, as 

 when he was in Gotha. He was only a dog, 

 but bis losa has caused us bitter pain. He who 

 knows mankind learns to value dogs for their 

 fidelity and unswerving affection. Let these 

 words be Sepp's monument. — Lina, Baroness 

 von Berlepscet, Coburg. 



* Andreas Sclimid, editor of the German Beo Journal. 

 [For tho American Bee Journal.] 



Gallup and the Langstroth Hive. 



Me. Editor : — I see in the March number of 

 the Bee Journal, page 170, that my friend 

 Gallup is out again in his usual braggadocio 

 style. He starts olf by telling us what he did 

 "when a great, green boy," and then says "that 

 disposition" has never left him. What dispo- 

 sition does he mean ? I suppose the disposition 

 to be cruel and "green." Well, let that be as 

 it may, what has it to do with his former state- 

 ment that the Langstroth hive was "rejected 

 all over the west"— though he now states that 

 he said stf merely to see what effect it would 

 have, and to "draw out Mr. Alley again." 

 Well, if he had stopped there, it might have 

 done well enough, for no one who has travelled 

 through the west, and paid any attention at all 

 to the subject, believed what he said about the 

 Langstroth hive being "rejected all over the 



west." He says my fault-finding would havo 

 been just if he had written only one article for 

 i he Bee Journal. Pray, Mr. Gallup, point us 

 to the article you e ver wrote that goes to prove 

 that the statement is true that the Langstroth 

 hive is "rejected all over the west." Your 

 experience in beekeeping, Mr. Gallup, has 

 nothing at all to do with that statement. Again, 

 you say that you could take my side of the 

 question and " beat me all hollow." Beat me 

 at what, Mr. Gallup ? I am not on the other 

 side to be "beat." Suppose you attend to your" 

 side of the question first, before you offer your 

 services on my side. Make your statement 

 good, and then we will pass on and consider 

 other parts. Why, Mr. Gallup, am I "barking 

 up the wrong tree ?" I aimed to ' 'bark" up the 

 tree at the "Osage" gentleman. Is that tho 

 wrong tree ? It may be very small game, but 

 nevertheless visible to the naked eye. 



Now, Mr. Gallup, what docs all 3'ou have said 

 amount to ? In answer to my objection to your 

 former article concerning the Langstroth hive, 

 (or shallow things, as you call them,) you say 

 that they are "rejected all over the west." I 

 say they are not. Can you prove your state- 

 ment true ? Again, you said that you knew a 

 man to lose six hundred dollars worth of bees 

 in one winter in the Langstroth hive ; but 

 failed to show that it was the fault of the hive. 

 Is that a fair way to treat the subject ? I knew 

 a man to lose one hundred and twenty-five 

 stands in one winter, and he never saw a Lang- 

 stroth hive. Bees that "do not know any bet- 

 ter," will die sometimes in nlmost any kind of 

 hive. Suppose you are the "new beginner's 

 friend," what has that to do with the subject 

 under consideration? I suppose, judging from 

 your own words, that you are the "new begin- 

 ner's friend" merely to see "what effect it will 

 have." 



I thank you, Mr. Gallup, for your kind banter 

 to "discuss the merits and demerits of the differ- 

 ent forms of hives." I do not see what there 

 is for us to "discuss" about, as we do not differ 

 about the form of the hive. You say the form 

 of hive that Mr. Langstroth uses is well adapted 

 to the climate in which he lives; but that in 

 j-our latitude you must have "two inches more 

 in depth of comb." I say I do not know about 

 that, as I never cultivated bees immediately in 

 your climate. I own bees in northern Illiuois, 

 and they do well in the same form of hive as in 

 eastern Indiana. So you sec, Mr. Gallup, that 

 there is barely two inches of ground between 

 us, and that is hardly enough to make a fuss 

 about. At all events, it would not be room 

 enough for two great men like Mr. Gallup and 

 myself to fight on. We should be very apt to 

 get off the track and say something "to see 

 what effect it would have." But, Mr. Gallup, 

 since you have thrown out the banter, suppose 

 you lead off and let me see what kind of hive 

 you do prefer. If you do not "hit it too hard," 

 I may venture to say something on the subject. 

 Leave the old torn cat, and the desire to see 

 what effect such cruel treatment will have, out 

 of the ring this time, and deal in facts. 



B. PUCKETT. 



Winchester, Ind., March 22, 1869. 



