1894. 



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had been released, and of course my 

 valuable queen was killed. Moral : — 

 Never make a hive queenless until 

 you are sure when your queen will 

 arrive. 



Steeleville, III 



How The Bee-Papers May 

 Prosper. 



BY \V. T. COLLINS. 



Let every one that takes the Ameri- 

 can Bee-Keeper, write something 

 that relates to Bee-keeping and send 

 it to the editor and give him the privi- 

 lege to throw it in the waste basket if 

 he does not care to print it, and then 

 don't feel angry if he does not print 

 it ; but try again you will strike some- 

 thing after a while that will be of in- 

 terest to the readers of the Bee- 

 Keeper. 



Some will say, " I am a poor speller, 

 I cant't write for that paper." What 

 of that? Write just the same, the 

 editor will correct all mistakes. If 

 you should write a piece and make so 

 many mistakes that the editor did not 

 want to correct them let him throw it 

 in the waste basket, you will not be 

 any the worse for writing it, and it 

 will only bother him but a few mom- 

 ents to read it. 



I want to ask all of the readers a 

 question How can we expect to have 

 an interesting and thick volume un- 

 less its readers help to make it so ? 

 Do you expect the editor to do all the 

 writing ? I should say no. Then seud 

 along your mite, it will all help. 

 Give us your experience in handling 

 bees ; tell how much honey you got 

 last year, and how many colonies you 

 put in winter quarters and how they 

 came out in the spring. If you keep 

 poultry with bees let us know how 



they work together and what kind you 

 keep ; it may be of interesl to some of 

 its readers. 



If every reader of the Bee-Keeper 

 will do this, what a volume we will 

 have at the end of 1804. 



Indian Fields, X. Y. 



Grand Father's Story. 



BY ED JDl.LKY. 



Light your pipe Grandpa and a 

 story tell, about the time when bears 

 and wolves among these hills did 

 dwell. About the times, Grandpa, 

 when as a lad, you played, and out 

 into the woods you went and faraway 

 you strayed. Tell about these fields 

 around, when forests on them stood, 

 and wasn't it lots of work Grandpa to 

 cut them into wood ? 



Among these hills my boy, when I 

 a lad did gladly roam, the bears and 

 wolves and Indians were pretty much 

 at home. I've heard the redman 

 shout, as he wandered 'long that 

 stream, and often too, in the stilly 

 night the panther I've heard scream, 

 and the bears would come to the hut 

 at night and give our dog a fright. 



I will tell you a story now of a 

 time when I was a child, when bears 

 and bees both, in these woods were 

 wild. We just had got our cabin 

 built and settled down for good, and 

 father had to the clearing gone to 

 chop away the wood, when going 

 through the forest wild a curious 

 sound he heard, and could not make 

 out whence it came or whether beast 

 or bird. 



Our good old shepherd dog with 

 him that day had went, and soon 

 around a hallow tree to-barkings loud 

 gave vent. Up in a fork there seem- 



