1894 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



701 



fence, would he I'eel at 

 Would he not tind the com 

 that he would very soon 

 the same way he got in? 

 thought give us a glimpse 

 heaven will be like? Is it 

 is a class of hiinuinlty that 

 Bed with heaven? Tiiey 

 30ngenial. and they would 

 they should by chance get 



home, or satisfied ? 



pany so uncongenial 



be sneaking out in 



And may not this 



of something what 



not true that there 



would not be salis- 



would find nothing 



want to get away if 



In." 



And tlieie shiill in no wise enter into the city any 

 ' hing' tliat detilctli, neitlier wiiatsoever worketli 

 ibniiiination, or inaketh a lie; but they wliicli are 

 .vritien in tlie Lamb's bookc of life.— Rev. 21:27. 



homp: from lakeside. 

 The steamer dropped me at Sandusky about 

 o'clock in the morning. You may remember 

 hat. on my way up, I got into Sandusky just 

 s the steamer was about to leave the wharf; 

 nd, although I did not have any time to spare, 

 ay eye caught sight of some exceedingly beau- 

 iful foliage plants on the public square of 

 andusky, besides some dainty little beds of 

 olor down near the steamboat-landing. The 

 ay was exceedingly hot, dry, and dusty; but 

 hese little bits of green lawn, with ornamental 

 oliage plants, with their beautiful colors, 

 resh. bright, thrifty, and luxuriant, seemed to 

 le like bright oases in the desert. Well, on 

 his, my return trip, I had more leisure to ex- 

 mlne them. I do not know the names of all 

 f those plants, but there was a little low bor- 

 er of bright red; then some beautiful speci- 

 lens of coleus, and the whole was set off by 

 ome brilliant tufts of what we used to call 

 prince's feather." We have all seen these 

 efore; but in Sandusky they have them ar- 

 anged with an artistic effect that gave me a 

 hrill of delight as I looked upon them. One 

 rouble in having these foliage-beds, or ribbon- 

 eds, in private homes is, that they must have 

 onstant watering through the sultry months; 

 nd unless somebody is employed to see to this, 

 hey are very apt to be neglected. May be I 

 ad become wearied in looking at the vvonder- 

 ul things at the World's Fair; but, so far as I 

 an recollect, there was not a piece of work 

 here to compare with, these little bits of artis- 

 c beauty in the city of Sandusky. 

 My first point was Castalia, Erie Co. The 

 3ad is very fair (most of the way over a stone 

 ikt-), except that the loose stones were so 

 umerous that it took nearly all my time to 

 eep my wheel clear of them; so I did not have 

 luch time to enjoy the views of the surround- 

 ig country. I remembered one of the old bee- 

 •iends at Castalia: but they told me he was 

 iree or four miles out in the country, off from 

 ly road. As I wished to make a train in the 

 fti-rnoon. I went through rather hurriedly, i 

 oticed a millpond full of water, which looked a 

 ttle singular when every thing else was so 

 ried up; but I did not stop to inquire about it 

 ery much. 



In almost all the little towns I pass, I find a 

 •owd of men in front of some corner grocery, 

 presume I ought not to tind fault, as these 

 "owds of men are very convenient, and are 

 jite willing to answer all my questions in 

 gard to routes, etc. I told them I wanted to 

 J to Green Springs, and I wished to avoid the 

 i.nd as much as possible. After some dis- 



cussion they decided that I m.ight take any one 

 of three ways: but they said that, whichever 

 way I took, I would be sorry I did not take one 

 of the others, especially on account of the sand. 

 It was at my tongue's (uid to ask if there were 

 any remarkable springs in the vicinity; but I 

 finally thought I would not, and rode on. They 

 were I'ight about the sand: it was just fearful: 

 and the road twisted in unaccountable ways 

 around the hills until I lost all idea of the 

 points of the compass. As a matter of course, 

 1 became very thirsty. But the water at the 

 wells was all exceedingly hard, and I knew 

 from the taste that it would make m>^ sick. 

 How I did long for a i-pring of soft water, or a 

 spring of any sort, for that matter! I have 

 always found running water to be more whole- 

 some than any thing from the wells, as a rule — 

 that is, where I can tind the water running just 

 as it comes from the ground. 



Clyde is a very pretty town indeed; and just 

 in the outskirts, on the road to Green Springs, 

 I saw about the prettiest garden that ever 

 revealed itself to my gaze. The remarkable 

 thing about it was, it was absolutely free from 

 weeds, and the ground all looked as if it had 

 been stirred that very day. During a time of 

 severe drouth, such sights are refreshing in- 

 deed. The only person at work was an elderly 

 woman. Very likely she had charge of the 

 garden, and that was why it was so neat and 

 tidy. Quite a spacious greenhouse adjoined it. 

 But my time was too limited to stop. A little 

 further, and the great sanitarium in a beauti- 

 ful grove on a gentle hill revealed itself to my 

 view. I wheeled in and coursed through the 

 walks and drives, and finally brought up before 

 the wonderful spring that has given the locali- 

 ty and the town their name. In a little notch 

 between the hills was a miniature pond of 

 water, transparent as crystal, but the trans- 

 parency was an emerald green. In the deepest 

 portion a crevice was visible in the rock, from 

 which issued a considerable stream of water. 

 The rate and volume of the current were evi- 

 dent from the sticks and weeds near the ori- 

 fice where the water issued. Although the 

 water above the crevice was said to be 17 feet 

 deep, I think a pin could easily have been seen 

 at that depth. The most beautiful thing about 

 this wonderful spring is, that a sort of mossy 

 vegetation that covers the bottom^^Cncrusted 

 with a mineral matter, shading ffom Oliver to 

 gold. It looks like hoar frost of varying shades. 

 One does not realize how rapidly the water is 

 moving, however, until he looks at the outlet, 

 where a good-sized stream pours forth. In 

 fact, I am told this stream, a little lower down, 

 turns a gristmill day after day; and the volume 

 is sutficient to do it without the intervention of 

 any pond or i-eservoir whatever. I had a great 

 curiosity to taste these wonderful waters. 

 There is a strong sulphur flavor, it is true; but 

 to me it was very pleasant, especially on ac- 

 count of its delicious coolness. The more I 

 tasted it, the better I liked it; and when the 

 clerk at the sanitarium assured me that (uiy- 

 body could drink just as much as he pleased, 

 under any circumstances, without danger, I 

 ventured to drink a little more than I should 

 have done otherwise. This water is said to 

 have wonderful curative properties. I could 

 readily believe this to be the case where some- 

 body happens to need a good dose of the miner- 

 als contained in the water. In fact, I am 

 pretty sure I should find lots of health and en- 

 joyment in staying there a week, and drinking 

 and bathing in those wonderfullly medicated 

 waters — medicine from (iod's own laboratory. 

 I found, however, I had fully 30 miles to make 

 to reach the station to enable me to get home 

 that night. 



