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THE AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 



Nov. 27, 1902. 



is one of immense advance. Indeed, where foul brood pre- 

 vails, nothing more need be desired, although elsewhere 

 bee-keepers will still sigh for a plan that will leave a colony 

 undisturbed in possession of all its brood and bees through- 

 out the whole season. 



Twelve-Frame Hives are having something of a boom 

 in Canada. R. F. Holtermann speaks highly in favor of 

 them in the Canadian Bee Journal, saying that the Bow 

 Park Co., with which he is connected, are ordering 400 of 

 them, and others are adopting them. A foot-note says : 



Since Mr. Holtermann wrote the above he has returned 

 from extracting buckwheat honey at an out-apiary of 81 

 colonies, and reports that while the bee-keepers in the 

 vicinity secured practically no surplus buckwheat honey, 

 his bees secured over 3000 pounds of surplus. This speaks 

 well for the large hives. 



J^ 



? ^ The Weekly Budget. ^ j; 



The Chicago Northwestern Convention— Wednes- 

 day and Thursday, Dec. 3 and 4— will be held in the Briggs 

 House, Chicago, corner Randolph St. and Fifth Ave. It 

 looks now as if it would be larger and better than the Den- 

 ver convention was. Still, it may not be quite equal to it. 

 But let all come who can do so. Low rates at that time on 

 all railroads centering in Chicago, on account of the Inter- 

 national Live Stock Exposition which is to be held here the 

 same week. So there will be at least two " big shows " in 

 Chicago at the same time. But this windy old city is big 

 enough to have a number of shows going on all at once. 



The Api.\rv of Mr. N. Niei.SON appears below. He 

 has this to say of himself and his beekeeping experience : 



I moved to this place 24 years ago, and there had never 

 been a plow or anything else here before I came. Every- 



AMAKY UF .N. NIEI.SON, OF SAC (.()., IOWA. 



thing that is here I put here ; it cost me $10 an acre, and it 

 would sell to-day for SlOO an acre, if it was for sale. 



Eight years ago I had an attack of spinal meningitis, 

 and have not been able to stand the heat of the sun since 

 that time, so I have adopted the bee-business for the heat 

 of the summer. 



The season of 1901 was not a very good season for 

 honey with us, as it was too dry. I had about 1400 pounds 

 from 45 colonies : my extracted honey sold for 12/4 cents a 

 pound, and the comb for IS to 18 cents a pound. 



The picture was taken on a cold morning, as the pho- 

 tographer said he would not take the picture if there were 

 any bees flying. 



I have not had swarms this season so far (June 18) that 

 I know of. I used to clip my queens, and intended to do so 

 last spring, but I did not get at it in time. Losing my wife 

 last fall left me with everything to look after, as she used to 

 help considerably about the bees. There are five children 

 and myself in the family. 



My hives are facing the east. There is a small build- 

 ing in front of the bees used as an extracting-house ; it is 

 14x16 feet. I have a solar wax-extractor on the east side of 

 the door. 



I think I have said all there is to be said of much in- 

 terest, except to say the bees have paid me well so far. 



N. NlELSON. 



Denver Convention Notes. — On page 677 we gave the 

 last of our notes by the way, while on our Denver trip, 

 describing Pike's Peak and Manilou. That trip was taken 

 on Monday forenoon, Sept. 8. In the afternoon our party 

 took a carriage drive through the Garden of the Gods, as it 

 is called. This garden is filled with stone or rock images 

 that one can imagine are gods, such as the ancients may 

 have worshipped. In many instances, however, one's 

 imagination must be very active and elastic in order to see 

 all that the knowing driver explains. But it was a delight- 

 ful drive of four or five hours. There were seven of our 

 party on this drive, Mr. J. W. Lloyd, wife and daughter, 

 having joined us, or. perhaps, we would better say, that our 

 party of four joined them, as they had been in Manitou for 

 a week or more before we arrived. 



On Tuesday morning our party (increased to five by 

 the addition of Miss Lloyd), started for South Cheyenne 

 Canyon. Here was where we all mounted the snail-like 

 burros, and wended our way up the trail of the Canyon. 

 The picture on the first page shows how our party appeared 

 that beautiful September morning. 



We must confess that we are unable to do justice to a 

 description of South Cheyenne Canyon, so we will make an 

 extract from a publication which tells something of the 

 beauties of the natural scenery that we were permitted to 

 enjoy on that occasion : 



CHEYENNE CANTON. 



Oh, Cheyenne Canyon I in thy dim cieBles. 



Where glooms the light, as through cathedral aisles. 



Where flash and fall bright waters, pure as air. 



Where wild birds brood, wild blossoms bloom, and where 



The winds sing anthems through the darkening trees, 



A presence breathes the tenderest melodies. 



—Stanley Woon. 



A half hour's ride from Colorado Springs brings you to 

 the entrance of the canyon. The road leads most of the 

 way by the side of a beautiful stream thickly fringed with 

 willows and cottonwoods. As the approach to the can- 

 yon is neared these give way to a sturdier growth of spruce 

 and pine, while underneath is a dense thicket of scrub-oak, 

 hemming in the road on all sides, and, in the summer 

 months, completely shrouding the low foot-hills in their 

 dark, green foliage. 



The winding road, all the while closely following the 

 curves of the stream, finally emerges from this labyrinth 

 of trees and enters into the canyon proper, and here is un- 

 folded to your view a panorama worthy of the artist's pen- 

 cil or the painter's brush. 



Before you is a great cleft in the granite mountain, as 

 though some mighty hand had split and wedged it apart 

 that one might enter and behold the wondrous works of 

 Time within. To the right is a massive granite shaft tow- 



