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hole in the cone a little larger, and set it over the 

 hole in the ground just at dark. Next dajsl caiiglit 

 160 bumble-bees. The next nest I caught 171. The 

 next nest I caught 47, but they were whopi)crs, with 

 yellow mufflers on. 



We have a judge in our town whom we call the 

 bumble-bee judge, because he for a little money 

 tried to defend a black man found killing turtle- 

 doves, and the judge wanted the witness to say that 

 the man was just chasing bumble-bees. The black 

 man is now in State prison for another crime, and 

 the judge goes to Utah, Warren Co., 111., sometimes, 

 to draw a big sahiry. Hadley Kenshaw, age 13. 



Terre Haute, Ind. 



Thank you, friend Iladley, for the facts 

 you bring out in regard to the bumble-bees. 

 '[ used to rob their nests sometimes, but I 

 had no idea there were so many. Did you 

 find very much honey in tlie largest nest'? 

 Aside from the fun, I never thought the 

 amount of honey paid me for the trouble. 

 Altogether, I do not know but that it is 

 rather cruel to rol) their nests, if fun is the 

 only object; of course, they may build their 

 nests where it is desirable to get them out. 

 — Your fly-trap is similar in principle, if I 

 mistake not, to the Alley drone-trap ; and 

 it is possible that our friend may have got 

 his idea of the wire cone from this fly-trap. 



Ernest. 



FIVE CENTS FOR REPORTING EVERY SWAUM THAT 



COMES OUT. 



A year ago this winter papa lost almost all of his 

 bees. When spring came he had but 37 colonies left 

 out of 79. Fi'oni these we got only 1300 lbs. of honey 

 —600 lbs. comb honey, 700 lbs. of extracted honey. 

 He has kept some bees down cellar this winter, and 

 some days it was so cold he had to have a fire down 

 there. When papa had to work in the field he told 

 me if I would watch the bees he would give me five 

 cents for every swarm I saw coming out; so when I 

 saw them coming I would run and call him, and he 

 would come and hive them. I go to school every 

 day. I have language lessons, and in that way I 

 have learned to write letters. Last month my aver- 

 age on examination was 94'.j,, the highest of any in 

 school. Mabel Emmons, age 8. 



Tampico, 111. 



I heartily indorse your father's plan of 

 giving you five cents for every swarm you 

 saw coming out. Even when I was quite 

 small, " my pa " generally rewarded me in 

 some sucli way for little services that I was 

 able to render. As mice sometimes made 

 destructive work with combs stored away 

 for the winter, I was allowed five cents for 

 every mouse I caught. Each additional live 

 cents gave me a new impetus for ridding 

 the barn of the "pesky varmints." As we 

 lived in town, it was my allotted task to pile 

 wood and hoe the garden— two things that I 

 detested above every thing else. One day 

 father said to me, " If you will hoe that gar- 

 den so that I can not find a teacupful of 

 weeds, I will give you a croquet set." All 

 at once I took keen pleasure in "seeing 

 things grow." I Avas up in the morning, 

 and at work again at it after school ; and 

 when by the sweat of my brow I had a clean 

 and handsome garden, with what pleasure I 

 showed father and mother what I had done. 

 The result was that we had an al)undance of 



vegetables of all kinds. Why, I believe I 

 eii.joyt-d tlir.t garden more than the croquet 

 set which I obtained afterward. It pays 

 every time to reward children with some 

 small gift ; and it need not necessarily be a 

 croquet set either. Piling wood, hoeing in 

 the garden, helping papa to extract, will 

 thus become keen enjoyment; where before 

 it was any thing but pleasure. Ernest. 



" huber and his pa" as they appear every day 



AT home and in the FACTOUY. 



Yesterday, in Gleanings, I saw in the picture of 

 your greenhouse, a man and a boy. Are they Hu- 

 ber and his pa ? I should like to know. Pa takes 

 Gleanings, and we like it very much. Ma thinks 

 it is interesting to read in Our Homes. 



Sylvester Z. Paulus. 



Stone Creek, Tus. Co., O., Feb. 23, 1886. 



Yes, friend Sylvester, " Huber and his pa " 

 stand near the greenhouse in the picture. 

 If you turn to the editorial column of the 

 same issue you will see that the picture is 

 there explained. Of father, if the engraving 

 is held at arm's length, it is a very correct 

 likeness as he appears every day in the fac- 

 tory and on the grounds. lie is somewhat 

 bald-headed, you know, so he has to wear a 

 heavy fur cap in winter, such as you see on 

 his head. Occasionally something comes up 

 that " needs to be seen to right away." Oft- 

 en it takes me a good while to find him, and 

 sometimes after a search in vain through the 

 various departments of our factory, as a last 

 resort, I take a look from one of the upstair 

 windows, and away to the other end of the 

 honey-farm, very likely, I catch a glimpse of 

 that identical hat and its possessor, possibly 

 emerging from a piece of sweet corn, or from 

 a ditch where an underdrain is being put 

 through. After he has been reading letters 

 he gets tired (for he has not the endurance 

 that he once had), and for recreation he bus- 

 ies himself in the garden where, perhaps 

 you are aware, he finds keen enjoyment. 

 Well, during week days he doesn't change 

 his general appearance as seen in the pic- 

 ture very much, except once in a good while 

 he gets ^ awful " muddy ; and as he resumes 

 his letters, you would hardly take him to be 

 the boss of over one hundred hands. Huber's 

 mamma sometimes has to give him a good 

 talking-to for being so careless ; but when 

 he has been digging in a muddy ditch, and 

 thereafter returns to the letters, it is not 

 easy to maintain the same appearance al- 

 ways. You know how it goes, boys, from 

 the playground to the schoolroom. 



As to Iluber, I do not think the picture 

 represents him very well. It is a diflicult 

 matter for tlie engraver to correctly repre- 

 sent a child's features. Iluber is quite fond 

 of following his pa out on these excursions 

 on the farm. Lately he has taken a great 

 liking to watch the men work at their vari- 

 ous machines — at one time in the wood- 

 working department, at another in the ma- 

 chine room. Once we caught him walking 

 under the belt of the great fly-wheel of the 

 engine. We have told him he musn't go 

 there any more, for it would " make the b'ood 

 come" if he did. This is the only way we can 

 explain the terrible consequences. He has 

 been very careful lately. Ernest. 



