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ference ; they are alike in color and in manner. 

 Young bees are lighter than old, and that is all there 

 is of it. If a bee lived many years in the woods, it 

 would doubtless come to have some distinguishing 

 marks, but the life of a bee is only a few months at 

 the farthest, and no change is wrought in this brief 

 time. 



Our bees are all soon back, and more with them, 

 for we have touched the box here and there with 

 the cork of a bottle of anise oil, and this fragrant 

 and pungent oil will attract bees half a mile or 

 more. When no flowers can be found, this is the 

 quickest way to obtain a bee. 



It is a singular fact that when the bee first finds 

 the hunter's box, its first feeling is one of anger ; it 

 is as mad as a hornet; its tone changes, it sounds 

 its shrill war trumpet and darts to and fro, and 

 gives vent to its rage and indignation in no uncer- 

 tain manner. It seems to scent foul play at once. 

 It says, " Here is robbery; here is the spoil of some 

 hive, maybe my own," and its blood is up. But 

 its ruling passion soon comes to the surface, its 

 avarice gets the better of its indignation, and it 

 seems to say, "Well, I had better take possession 

 of this and carry it home." So after many feints 

 and approaches and dartings off with a loud angry 

 hum as if it would none of it, the bee settles down 

 and fills itself. 



It does not entirely cool off and get soberly to 

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