1894 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



543 



that the W colonies were all ready to load into 

 the wagons when they arrived about noon. We 

 were not many hours in loading, and had some 

 hours lo drive before nightfall. I was sent 

 forward with the pony team, and was directed 

 to push ahead, which I did until I struck 

 Temecula. about 10 miles from the Oaks. Here 

 I put up with my host of former acquaintance, 

 and had a shake roof over me that night that 

 ran the water in the right direction. A warm 

 room also abolished shakes in the bed, of which 

 there were several the previous night. 



Owing to their heavy loads and wet roads, I 

 distanced the other teams, and they stopped 

 for the night in Via Cetas, five miles behind 

 me. Sunday morning dawned bright and 

 beautiful. I was not anxious to di'ive all day 

 Sunday, and would have preferred a quiet rest. 

 Mr Wheeler, Powell, and brother, were church- 

 going men, and they, too, would have preferred 

 a restful day; but the bees must be transported 

 as rapidly as possible, and I knew they would 

 be hustling after me. So at half-past eight I 

 was on the road again. While I let the ponies 

 take their own time, I enjoyed the various 

 phases of nature that met my vision, and was 

 soberly reliecting upon the various kinds of 

 JSunday work done here in California. These 

 rellections were continued for several miles, 

 and were broken into rather suddenly by seeing 

 a corralful of cows, and something ttiat resem- 

 bled the figure of a man walking around among 

 them. From the appearauce at a distance I 

 thought I had discovered Darwin's " missing 

 link," and hastened the ponies along. Yes, 

 there was the rear prehensile appendage, pro- 

 truding from beneath his blue jeans jumper. 

 I was about to shout with exulDerance when a 

 nearer view revealed a milk-man with a one- 



milkiiig-stool is nailed to the far rear of a man, 

 and the cow inadvertently bites her tongue 

 while chewing her cud. and. by way of relief, 

 puts her foot into the pail, the angry man has 

 no available stool with which to belabor the 



'"I SHALL ACCUSE YOU OF BEING RAMBLER." 



poor critter. I again reflected that the cow 

 and the bee, those hand-maidens of nature that 

 make the land to flow with milk and honey, 

 both need much work with them on Sunday. 



Although I traveled leisurely I arrived in 

 Elsinore ahead of my companions, and resolved 

 here to wait for them, as it was getting late in 



legged milking-stool nailed to the seat of his 

 overalls. If I was greatly disappointed over the 

 missing-link problem, I was greatly amused at 

 the movements of the stool and the man; or 

 the man and the stool. It was a case similar 

 to the dog. The observer didn't know whether 

 the dog wagged the tail or the tail wtigged the 

 •dog. I also learned a valuable lesson in the 

 putting of temptation behind you. When a 



the day. I didn't know but we would camp 

 here before braving the mountainous road 

 ahead of us. 



My hour of waiting was put in by inspecting 

 the town of Elsinore— as quiet this day as the 

 most orthodox New Eugland town— admiring 

 its pretty lake, covered with thousands of mud- 

 hens, ducks, and other waterfowl. The hot 

 springs, for which the town is noted, are cen- 



