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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Apr. 15. 



" But I was afraid they would all take wing 

 and go off. I did brush off a dozen or so, to try 

 to start them to going in, but they would go 

 right back to the cluster; and father would 

 just stand there in his bantering way, and say, 

 ' Better let 'em alone; ymi don't know how to 

 hive bees.' " 



" Well, John, as it's so near night I can leave 

 my bees, and I'll go over with you and help you 

 to get your bees into the hive." 



A few minutes' ride in John's buggy brought 

 us to his home. As we drove through the gate 

 his mother came out exclaiming, "O John! 

 they're gone! they're gone! We tried to stop 

 them; threw water, and drummed on a tin pan, 

 but it was no use. They just went right 

 straight to the woods, and your father ran after 

 them, and he saw them go right straight into 

 Chalon's hive." 



At this John's father came out of the house, 

 looking very much heated but triumphant. 

 Looking quizzingly at John he said, assuming 

 great superiority, •' You don't know how to 

 hive bees. I hived your bees." 



Oberlin, Ohio. 



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FAX. 



By EUei-y K)um. 



RAMBLE 106. 

 rambler's nakeow escape. 



Why can't every bee-keeper have a little 

 'speriment station of his own ? 



A good way to make non-swarmers work to 

 perfeckshun is to put 'em on top of the hives 

 and fill 'em with seckshuns, adding more as 

 needed. Try it. 



Every feller to his own noshun, but I prefer 

 to do most of my spring feedin' in the airly 

 part of September. 



Hives settin' facing the west are inclined to 

 tilt a little to the south when the ground first 

 thaws out in the spring. 



Sum hunny on the market is not only flavor- 

 ed, but 'pears to be tinted a delikate color also. 



I am shure if the bees had their way about 

 the matter they would build the bottom-bars 

 purt nigh as wide as the brood-comb is thick. 



A frame of hunny in the hive left over frum 

 winter will raise bout as menny bees as if fed 

 fer stimulatin' purposes in the spring. 



Have used the T super and seckshun-holder 

 side by side; and I'd ruther use the holder, be- 

 cause the bottoms of the seckshuns are never 

 built up against with burr-comb; and fur an- 

 uther reezin, that queens are not so apt to git 

 above. Hunny wuz purty heavy last seezin, 

 and yet the bottoms of the holders did not swag 

 down. 



Oh the trees wuz made fer blossoms, 



And the blossoms made fer trees; 

 And the hunny in the blossoms — 

 It wuz made fer hunny bees. 

 [Another feature of the section-holder is, that 

 wide wooden separators can be used, thus pro- 

 tecting from propolis the upright edges of the 

 sections. — Ed.] 



Holy Cab! What an escape! - 

 .Has she reaUygone.orain I dream- 

 ing 1 - 



HERE was 

 really no 

 d anger 

 threatening 

 Eugenia. 

 The yelp- 

 ing growl 

 heard on 

 that event- 

 ful evening 

 was merely 

 the uneasy 

 notes of the 

 coyote. 

 These ani- 

 mals never 

 attack a 

 person; but, 

 observing 

 Eugenia's 

 hysterical 

 condition, and to avert unpleasant swoons, etc., 

 the Rambler descended from his dignified posi- 

 tion and escorted Eugenia to a place of safety, 

 walking several feet in advance. Eugenia evi- 

 dently had an unfavorable opinion of the wilds 

 of California, with the loneliness, coyotes, 

 skunks, tarantulas, scorpions, and centipedes. 

 The advantages presenting themselves for the 

 cultivation of that opinion I embraced with 

 alacrity; and by the time we had arrived at the 

 haunts of civilization Eugenia consented to 

 take the next train. Eugenia's lunch-basket 

 was a wonder to behold, and a wonderfully 

 weighty thing to carry. "Thank fortune," 

 said I, after lugging it into the car, "I do not 

 have to provide for that depraved appetite." 

 Eugenia was quite anxious for me to carry her 

 pocket-book; but, not wishing to fall into any 

 traps of that kind, I kindly but firmly refused, 

 and reflected severely upon the bad sense of 

 women in general and Eugenia in particular in 

 not providing pockets for their valuables. No, 

 I would not carry her pocketbook. Eugenia 

 had a row of those big buttons on her cloak, 

 and one had fallen off. She insisted that I 

 should get down on all fours and search under 

 the car-seats for it. I objected to the proceed- 

 ing; and, while objecting, the train started 

 with a glide, and I quietly bade Eugenia fare- 

 well and glided off the train. 



I have reason to believe, however, that Eu- 

 genia has captured a cowboy. I obtained a very 

 good photo of said boy, and will call him Eu- 

 genia's future. 



So far as the Rambler is concerned, all future 



Eugenias and open letters of that nature will 



be treated with contemptuous silence. Good-by, 



Eugenia. 



I return now to my ramblings; and this time 



