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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Oct. 



The result is, we have to quit work for tlie 

 time being." 



" Oh ! " said Jimmy, " that maizes 'em rob 

 and sting. I see. Now I want to ask some 

 more things. How do you feed that stuff to 

 'em ? " 



" You will see presently," rejoined Sam's 

 father. So saying, he spaced back the 

 frames and covered them with an enameled 

 cloth, near the center of which the bees had 

 gnawed a hole. The bread-pan was placed 

 alongside of it, and was then filled from the 

 coffee-pot. This done, a cheese-cloth was 

 spread over. 



" Wliat's that cloth fer V " said Jimmy. 



•' That is to prevent the bees from being 

 drowned while taking up the feed," re- 

 plied Sam's father. 



"O-o-oh," said Jimmy. •' IIow muclrll 

 you feed that hive— I mean, how can yer tell 

 when they've got "nuff ?" 



" I shall feed in this way about 2U lbs. of 

 syrup; or, in other words, until the bees 

 have five or six frames of stores nicely cap- 

 ped over,'' returned Sam's father. 



•'I3ut, pa, you won't have to feed all that 

 way,'' said Sam, who had just now begun to 

 take an interest. 



"' Oh, no ! " replied his father ; '■ a few of 

 my colonies I shall not feed at all, as they 

 have a sufficient amount of natural stores, 

 but a large majority will i-ecpiire a consid- 

 erable amount of feeding." 



"IIow do you make the syrup?" said 

 Jimmy. 



" To 20 lbs. of sugar, add a gallon of boil- 

 ing water from a tea-kettle." 



" That's easy," said Jimmy. " By cracky ! 

 if them bees o' yours need feedin'. mine do. 

 I must feed 'em to-night." And off he 

 started for home. 



"But you won't have time," called out 

 Sam. 



" Well, I'll feed 'em to-morrow night, and 

 get the syrup ready to - night,'' replied 

 Jimmy. 



In the next juvenile I will tell you how 

 Jimmy succeeded, or, rather, how he didn't 

 succeed. Eknkst. 



CHILDREN HANDLING MATCHES. 



We give place to the following in this de- 

 partment, hoping that our young friends 

 may read and profit from the i;esults of care- 

 less handling of matches. 



I hart my bai-n burned, and about 35 tons of nice 

 hay. I had just started my team to hauUng the 

 bay to market, and had 4 loads out of the barn. It 

 was a nice new barn, with which I was very well 

 pleased, and every one admired it. The loss will 

 not exceed $600, but it is my whole year's crop, be- 

 sides the barn, $300. 



The way the barn was set on Are is this: We have 

 two little children, and they were playing in the 

 barn, and the little boy found a match somewhere, 

 and the little girl took it and scratched it on the 

 manger. The match broke and Hew into the dry 

 hay, and all was ablaze in a twinkle. She tried to 

 carry the Are out, but the wind blew it all back. 

 She then screamed for mamma, but mamma could 

 do nothing then— it was too late. I was away on 

 business. It had not been insured when I left. 



Ft. Wayne, Ind. Roland Holmes, 



A KIND LETTER FROM A " LITTLE STRANGER." 



Mr. A. I. Root:— I am a little stranger, but I don't 

 wish to be one any longer. I would have written 

 before now, but I had nothing to tell you that I 

 thought would be of any interest. Papa is a bee- 

 man. There are but few bee-men in our commu- 

 nity. Papa has more boos than any one else I 

 know of in our vicinity. 



As every little fellow who writes to you has so 

 much to say about bees, I have coiieluded to talk 

 on some other subject. I am a little girl, and I 

 love my Sunday-school. I go to Sunday-school 

 regularly, and to prayer-meeting in the evening. 

 I want to so live and act while I am young, that, 

 when ] grow old, I may be a useful Christian. 

 I have oftcu said I wished I were as good as you. 

 I am a young member of the church. I intended 

 to read the Bible through this year, but I am 

 afraid I cau not do it. Belle Hall. 



Sparta, Miss. 



ROIUUNG BUMBLE-BEES. 



Mj' brother and I were plowing, and we found lots of 

 bumble-bees, which we kill by taking a little straw, 

 and burning it, and then put it on them and stir 

 them up. One day a little one was hidden in the 

 grass, and he bit me in the foot. When I stepped 

 on him he made me jump. E. Youer, age St. 



Morton, 111. 



It is just " piles of fun '' to fight bumble- 

 bees, I know, little friend, and I used to en- 

 joy it. I presume it is the excitement con- 

 nected with it which makes it sucli a favor- 

 ite pastime among boys. It is just " piles of 

 fun " to tease cats and dogs as well as the 

 poor bumble-bees. But there is a better 

 and less cruel, though, I must acknowledge, 

 less exciting way. to handle bumble-bees. 

 See department of Our Own Apiary, last 

 issue, page 7!)1. I want the boys— yes, and 

 girls too— to report on their success in hand- 

 ling biunble-bees by the plan there pre- 

 scribed. That is, I want you to show what 

 skill can do. See if you can't astonisli your 

 school-friends. Every boy or girl who suc- 

 ceeds by this plan, and promises to fight or 

 tease no more bumble-bees, I will send any 

 thiug that may be chosen from the ten-cent 

 counter. Ernest. 



HOW a juvenile raises strawberries. 



I took a barrel and sawed it in two in the middle. 

 It waiUs a barrel with two heads. Commence six 

 inches from the bottom to bore holes round the 

 barrel. I bored 1" holes in the first row; 7 inches 

 above that, bore 30 holes. Now put in dirt up to 

 the first holes, then take the strawberry-plants and 

 put the roots in the holes. Take pains to put them 

 in well. Now fill up to the next tier of holes, and 

 put in the plants. Now fill up with dirt, and set the 

 top with plants. It will be best to make one or two 

 holes in the bottom, so that you can not drown 

 them. We have one in our front j'ard, and it has 

 been a beauty. In the first place, it was full of 

 blossoms, and then full of large strawberries. I 

 should think that two barrels would give one fami- 

 ly all the berries they would M'ant. My plants 

 looked nice. Folks stopped and looked at them 

 almost every day. I have orders to make the same. 

 They furnish barrels, and I furnish plants and 

 charge $1..50. G. S. Brown, 



Salisbury, Vt, 



