AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 



809 



No. 74 -H. L Jones. 



Mr. H. L. Jones, whose portrait is 

 here shown, lives in far-away Australia. 

 He has kindly sent us his photograph, 

 and with it a picture of his apiary, but 



H. L. JONES. 



the latter was not quite distinct enough 

 for the photo-engraving process which 

 we used in reproducing the portrait of 

 Mr. Jones, hence we omit it. 



Accompanying the pictures we re- 

 ceived the following letter, and also an 

 account of a reporter's visit to Mr. 

 Jones' Mel Bonum Apiary, at Eedbank 



Plains, near Goodna, Queensland, New 

 South Wales : 



Goodna, Queensland, April 13, 1894. 



Fkiend York : — I send you to-day a 

 photograph of myself, also a description 

 and view of my home apiary of over 200 

 colonies, and also of my brother's fruit 

 ranch. Perhaps this glimpse of apicul- 

 tural life in far-off Australia will be in- 

 teresting to you — at any rate I hope so. 



I have another apiary about five miles 

 away, stocked with Carniolan bees, 

 which I am endeavoring to breed in their 

 purity. I may also add that' I started 

 bee-keeping 13 years ago (aged 15) 

 without a penny capital, and I never 

 borrowed a penny, but sold honey taken 

 from box-hives (bees I obtained from the 

 bush), and strained through mosquito 

 netting, until I got enough to buy a 

 small novice extractor which cost me 

 $20. Frames were made from old cases 

 ripped up with a hand-saw; hives, etc., 

 ditto, and my present establishment (one 

 of the largest in the Southern Hemis- 

 phere) is the result. Verily, I have 

 much to be thankful for to the " busy 

 little bee." Yours sincerely, 



H. L. Jones. 



The " description " referred to by Mr. 

 Jones is as follows : 



A VISIT TO REDBANK PLAINS. 



Noticing that I was looking a bit 

 "fagged" a few days ago, the boss told 

 me I might take a run out into the coun- 

 try for a day or so, if I liked. Of course, 

 I could be on the lookout for " copy " at 

 the same time — just as if a reporter isn't 

 always on the lookout for copy! How- 

 ever, I was only too glad of the oppor- 

 tunity of spending a day or two amongst 

 the trees. I should have to be hunting 

 for copy about the Police Court and 

 Divisional Boards in any case, so I gladly 

 availed myself of the offer, and, after 

 some consideration, concluded to pay a 

 long-promised visit to Mr. Dan Jones, of 

 Redbank Plains. You know the modesty 

 of newspaper men is proverbial, and 

 mine compelled me to be content with 

 the borrowing of a buggy with only one 

 horse. Certainly, failing the second 

 " yarraman," I secured the services of 

 the owner as driver. He asked me if I 

 wouldn't like to have a "tiger" also, 

 but my modesty would let me go that 

 far, so I had occasionally to hold the 

 reins while my charioteer got down to 

 open gates or slip rails whenever re- 

 quired — there's nothing got in this world 

 without trouble. 



Well, we set out about 10 o'clock on 



