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the sensations that enveloped me. A pailful of 

 bees in one hand, a small branch with several 

 quarts of bees hanging from it in the other and 

 two trouser legs full of bees — beside, bees behind, 

 right, left, overhead and underfoot. Was it any 

 wonder that I grew nervous? IVe heard that 

 there are certain men who become nervous in the 

 presence of large sums of money. As I've never 

 been in such a situation I cannot say how it would 

 affect me, but I recall distinctly, that my being 

 placed in the midst of those buzzing thousands 

 just about unbalanced me mentally. 



TOOK EEFUGE IN THE WHEAT-FIELD 



The farmhouse was only a few rods away but 

 I could not beat a retreat in that direction. There 

 were two young ladies from the city visiting at 

 our home that day, and I just couldn't bring my- 

 self to make an appearance before them as I 

 should have had to do to reach my room. I threw 

 the pail of bees in one direction, the bee-festooned 

 branch in another and cleared the orchard fence 

 in a flying leap that would have won plaudits for 

 a hurdle racer. Across the fence was a fall wheat- 

 field with the grain four or five feet in length. 

 That was my haven. 



A HURRIED DISROBING 



Perhaps you've seen a small boy shed his 

 clothes when he's trying to beat the other fellows 



