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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Aug. 15. 



and worldly things bind the strong man or still 

 the voice of conscience. 



In the same chapter from which I take my 

 text there is a beautiful verse describing the 

 character of Christ Jesus; and it should also, 

 dear friends, describe the actuating spirit of 

 his followers. Let us read it: "He shall not 

 strive nor cry, neither shall any man hear his 

 voice in the streets." Perhaps some may think 

 I am making too much of a little matter. They 

 may say it is right and proper to test the speed 

 of horses or of wheels. Well, I agree, provid- 

 ing the matter can be managed good-naturedly 

 and without strife. In the contest above, I 

 think my friend lost his temper when I came 

 out ahead. Of course, I was pleasant and good- 

 natured while I was the victor. It is easy 

 enough for the man who ivins, to look pleas- 

 ant. When the circumstances were changed, 

 however, and the horse ran ahead of me, I tell 

 you it was a pretty hard tussle for me to give 

 up. I was relating the circumstance to a lady. 

 She is a cousin of mine, and has the Root blood 

 in her veins. She too is a professing Christian. 

 When I told her about it she declared that, if 

 she had been in my place, she would have gone 

 ahead of that horse if it had been a possible 

 thing; and as I go over the matter and think 

 of it. my blood yet tingles, and one part of my- 

 self seems to feel sorry that I gave up: but the 

 better part— the ma?) /ly part and the ClirlstUtn 

 part— says most emphatically, "Get thee be- 

 hind me, Satan." 



ON THE WAY TO LAKESIDE. 



In riding a wheel we need not go over the 

 same ground unless we choose— that is. at a 

 season of the year like this, when the roads are 

 all passable: arid I always make it a point to 

 go one way and return another, in order to 

 study the country and see more of God's gifts 

 to his children. As there is an electric railway 

 from Norwalk to Sandusky, I decided to run 

 directly from Medina to Norwalk, and then, if 

 tired, I could ride a portion of the way. By 

 consulting my pocket-map I discovered that 

 East Townsend, where H. R. Boardman resides, 

 is a little north of Medina; therefore I took a, 

 diagonal bearing northward until I reached a 

 point directly east of East Townsend. Then I 

 selected an east and west road and followed it 

 straight ahead for about 30 miles, and was 

 pleased to find myself right before friend 

 Boardman's door. By consulting the parallels 

 on the map you can follow an east and west 

 road pretty accurately; and I was pleased to 

 find that a cheap pocket-map of Ohio was 

 accurate enough for the purpose, and to find also 

 that our east and west roads are laid out ex- 

 actly east and west. I started at 7 o'clock, and 

 had made something over 40 miles just as friend 

 B. and his people were sitting down to dinner. 

 His pretty home looks just as neat and tidy 

 during our intense drouth as it does at any 

 other time of year; and although he has but 

 little basswood, comparatively, in his locality, 

 he has, as usual, a crop of something over two 

 tons of beautiful basswood honey. His bees 

 were fed as usual, so as to have every colony 

 full and strong when the honey flow opened. 

 As the day was very hot, the bees were exceed- 

 ingly busy taking water from a feeder of his 

 own invention. He uses it for giving them 



pure water, or forgiving them sugar syrup or 

 anv thing else he chooses. They are made of 

 half-gallon fruit-jars, on the atmospheric prin- 

 ciple. But he has an arrangement so that he 

 can lift anyone up to be replenished, and put 

 it back, without injuring a bee. He also uses 

 it as an entrance feeder, without having any 

 unpleasantness, even though he was feeding 

 thick sugar syrup right during the middle of 

 that hot August day. His crop of honey hangs 

 overhead in the room where he winters his 

 bees. The room, although above ground, is as 

 cool as a cellar, during the heated months of 

 July and August. 



After chatting until nearly time for the elec- 

 tric train to leave Norwalk, I started ahead. 

 On reaching there I was informed that the 

 electric car would not receive my wheel unless 

 it happened to be one that had a freight car 

 along with it. I asked what speed they made, 

 and found I could pretty nearly equal it with 

 my wheel, make a sure thing of my passage, 

 and save my money. In all such cases, the 

 simplicity of a wheel commends itself. In com- 

 ing home on the same route I was informed at 

 the office in wSandusky that it would be an hour 

 and a half before any cars would leave Nor- 

 walk; and as 10 miles is not a big ride for that 

 length of time. I found I could make the trip 

 while I was waiting for the car. 



Up toward the lakeshore we meet with a 

 serious obstacle to wheeling, in the dry loose 

 sand. By a piece of thoughtlessness I took in 

 a strip of this soft sand for about two miles; 

 and had it not been for the experience and 

 drill that I told you of a year ago in coming 

 from Akron after dark. Saturday night, I fear 

 1 should have had to walk the whole distance. 

 And, by the way. when I tried hard that night 

 to remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy, I 

 made a big investment that 1 did not know of, 

 in learning to ride through sand. One who has 

 had little experience would declare the thing 

 to be impossible; but I think I could manage 

 to get through almost the worst piece of sandy 

 road we have here in Ohio, without getting off 

 my wheel; but it is hard work, and it does not 

 pay unless you happen to get caught. Inquire 

 ahead, and avoid sandy roads where possible. 



I reached Sandusky just as the evening boat 

 was preparing to leave the wharf, making (>(> 

 miles in about 7 hours, that being the longest 

 ride I had ever made in one day. I wanted to 

 make Port Clinton before going to Lakeside; 

 therefore I purchased a ticket to the nearest 

 point to Port Clinton, leaving the clerk to de- 

 cide what point that should be. They landed 

 me on Catawba Island. For a time I was some- 

 what concerned; for what can one do on a 

 wheel on an island? Somebody kindly informed 

 me, however, that Catawba Island is attached 

 to the main land by a bridge. Catawba Island 

 is at present the center of the great peach in- 

 dustry. When I arose next morning at the 

 peep of day a sight met my eyes that was worth 

 the whole trip. Beautiful luxuriant peach- 

 trees were growing everywhere. The leaves 

 were not curled, and the trees did not have 

 gum oozing out of worm -holes. In fact, the 

 trees were all healthy and sound, and models 

 of thrifty luxuriance. Some of the trunks were 

 as large in diameter as fair-sized apple-trees, 

 and the heads are usually trained so as to be 

 about evenly balanced. Each trip the steamer 

 makes, it carries away great loads of baskets of 

 beautiful peaches. 



Catawba does not seem to be a town — at 

 least, there were no houses except great board- 

 ing-houses. They are not hotels, for there is 

 no sign out — at least, I did not see any; and I 

 understand they are mainly for visitors, who 

 use it as a pleasure-resort. There were former- 



