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one man, and from what he writes I know that he works along definite Hnes, or 

 by a system. 



But what I want you to notice most, is the fact that selling honey is a busi- 

 ness. Too many pay but little attention to the selling end. Others do not ask or 

 get the price they should. Each man is trying to be a salesman, when but few 

 are capable. 



This very fact is one cause of the farmer not getting his proportion of the 

 selling price for his produce. It is also true of the bee-keeper. When he gets 

 together with his brother bee-keeper, and picks one man to do his selling for him, 

 then will he reap his full reward, and not before.] 



Adventures of a Queen. 



F. L. POLLOCK. 



'^^^ HE queen in question was an Italian and came from a south- 



\^j ern breeder. She arrived in May, and was introduced to a 



hybrid colony, which promptly balled her. I rescued her by 



dropping the ball into a cup of water, and tried again, and this time 



she was accepted. 



Later in the summer, when opening the hive, I found her balled 

 again. Again I saved her, but the colony did not seem to do well, 

 and I supposed that she had probably been injured so as to be of 

 little use. 



Her colony was wintered in the cellar, got dysentery rather 

 badly, and came out very weak in the spring. I had been absent 

 from the yard one day in April, but, on returning late in the after- 

 noon, I found that this colony Avas being robbed. Knowing that 

 they were too weak to fight 1 carried the hive into the cellar, but 

 when I examined them next morning I found that the robbing had 

 been done. All the honey had been carried ofY, the brood destroyed, 

 but, strangeh', the queen was still alive, with about a hundred bees 

 with her. 



The colony was done for, however, so I carried the frame oi 

 bees and the queen to another yard, where a colony had become 

 queenless during the winter and was very weak. About ten daA^s 

 later I looked into the hi\'e, and found that I had intervened too 

 late. There were not more than two dozen bees left, scattered all 

 through the hive, and the queen was all alone on a comb, but laying 

 eggs with apparent tranquility. 



It was another colony gone, but I picked up the queen and 

 dropped her into another queenless colony. This one had only re- 

 cently lost their queen, and had plenty of stores, but only two 

 frames of bees and one of brood. It was in a ten-frame, chaff-packed 

 hive. 



I covered them up warmly, contracted the entrance, and left 

 them alone, expecting them to die, for I felt sure that that queen 

 had endured too many hardships of life to be of much further value. 



