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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



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men with learns and scrapers were grading 

 roads and boulevards for a new town site. 

 Riverside is so justly famous for its oranges and 

 its beauty generally, that, on three sides, it has 

 a family of young Riversides— East, South, and 

 West. The greater portion of our journey, 

 however, lay through an unimproved and un- 

 inhabited country, now given over to the wan- 

 dering sheep-rancher, but in time to be occu- 

 pied by the water-ditch and the fruit-orchard. 

 Several large areas here are plowed and sown 

 to barley and wheat; and from the amount of 

 volunteer grain that was making its appear- 

 ance, there is an immense amount wasted dur- 

 ing the harvest. 



Mr. Clark, having the largest wagon and 

 strongest team, carried all of the eatables for 

 our expedition, which consisted mostly of pie. 

 The country being monotonous and uninterest- 

 ing, Mr. C. wished to stop and sample the vari- 

 ous mixtures that were directly under his seat; 

 but the wives of the whole party sat down, as it 

 were, upon this proposition, and we had to pro- 

 ceed. Mr. C. looked wistfully down toward the 

 bottom of the wagon, and evidently thought, 

 " Oh! so near and yet so far." 



The factory was in sight now, and we were 











CIIIXO BEET- SUGAR WORKS. 



approaching it from the back door, as it were, 

 and through acres and acres of beets, some in 

 the giound, some topped, some piled, and some 

 in large wagons drawn by four horses on the 

 way to the factory. When this factory was 

 first started, the beets were all topped by hand; 

 but Yankee genius developed a machine for 

 topping them before they were out of the 

 ground, and as fast as a horse can walk; then 

 a light plow lifts them out. They are then 

 thrown by hand into those large wagons. The 

 wagon-boxes were provided with a strong rope 



net which we noticed was spread with care in 

 the bottom of the box, and the use of which we 

 shall find out when we get to the factory. 



The first thing that struck us decidedly, and 

 made us all exclaim something, as we drew 

 near the factory, was a gorgeous odor emanat- 

 ing from an immense pile of refuse — souring 

 beet-pulp. This was being fed to over 7()0 head 

 of cattle, and also to several hundred sheep; 

 and, notwithstanding tlie odor, they ate it with 

 a relish. The great amount of pulp thrown 

 out is not wholly consumed until several months 

 after the factory has ceased running. 



The object of our visit to the factory at this 

 time was owing to the fact that Mr. Gird, the 

 proprietor of the ranch, had decided to sell off 

 a large number of lots at auction. Heretofore 

 the land had, to a great extent, been let out on 

 shares; but thinking that an ownership on the 

 part of the tiller would result in the production 

 of more and better beets, the sale was decided 

 upon. When we arrived we found teams con- 

 verging on Chino from all sections of the coun- 

 try; and, in addition to the teams, 11 carloads 

 of people were on the ground; and, though 

 hard times seems to be the general cry, there 

 were 1.500 people assembled, ostensibly to pur- 

 chase land; and it seemed to 

 be the well-grounded boast of 

 Chino that there was no hard 

 times in the sugar-beet district. 

 Ordinarily the factory is not 

 open to visitors; but this being 

 a gala day, the hundreds were 

 allowed free access where could 

 be witnessed the grinding up 

 of beets at the rate of 100 tons 

 a day. The run of the season 

 had been S.'ijOOO tons, making 

 15,000,000 lbs. of sugar. Every 

 year the factory increases its 

 tonnage, and it is proposed to 

 use up 80,a)0 tons next' year. 

 At this time, load after load was 

 being dumped in rapid succes- 

 sion into the long pits at the 

 end of the factory; and here we 

 saw the utility of those strong 

 rope nets. The net was secured 

 to the wagon on one side, and to 

 a movable plank on the other. 

 The wagon was driven to the proper position, 

 the plank was attached to a hook and sliding 

 pulley, and a donkey engine sputtered away 

 for a minute, lifting one side of the net, and the 

 load went tumbling into the pit. 



To follow the process of the manufacture of 

 the beet into sugar, and describe the costly ma- 

 chinery, would take many pages; but suffice it 

 to say, that in and around the factory there are 

 1000 people employed, and there is not a China- 

 man in the crowd; and, furthermore, they know 

 what to do with the boys in Chino. They put 



