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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Mar. 



would lose their shape, and "goto seed," as they 

 then called it, shaping themselves like the loaves of 

 white sugar of the long ago, that were wrapped in 

 stiff purple paper. They lengthened and strength- 

 ened. 



Boys had dogs then, and but few boys were so 

 poor as not to have a dog they claimed as their own 

 property. During the summer months, on Satur- 

 days, the boys of the neighborhood, by previous ar- 

 rangement, would collect together and go through 

 the woods with their dogs, hunting snakes, turning 

 over old rotten logs and stumps for field mice and 

 moles, and climbing partly decayed trees in search 

 of flying-squirrels. 



One of the favorite sports at that season of the 

 year was in breaking up the nests of bumble-bees. 

 Armed with a clapboard paddle and bunches of pen- 

 nyroyal or elderberries, they had fun, and many an 

 eye has suffered in darkness for two or three days 

 on account of an evening's sport with the bumble- 

 bees. 



The dogs were generally put in on the first charge. 

 The bees were first stin-ed up and out, and then a 

 general throwing of chunks, sticks, and rocks, at 

 the rest, with "sick him, sick him, sick him!" and 

 a clapping of hands. Not knowing what was up, the 

 dogs generally were prompt to obey, and rushed in 

 to where the sticks were thrown. 



Dogs are like men and boys in this — they have 

 different dispositions. When the bees commenced 

 to alight upon and sting them, some would stand 

 their ground, and whirl round and round, snapping 

 at the bees until they would bo almost covered be- 

 fore retreating. Otheri would lie upon the ground 

 and roll over and over, and keep on rolling. Some 

 others would go straight to their masters, covered 

 with stinging bees, and try to rub against them to 

 rid themselves of the bees, while others would tuck 

 their tails and make a bee-lino for home. It was 

 fun for the boys, but it was a very foolish young 

 puppy that could be coaxed into a second charge. 



Murfreesboro, Tenn., Feb. ]8. Uncle Bill. 



BROTHERLY KINDNESS. 



IS IT AS COMMON AS IT OUGHT TO BK? 



^EAR JUVEISriLES:-Mr. Root was telling us 

 how it pleased him to be called " Brother." I 

 often think what a beautiful thing brotherly 

 love is— not alone as shown to all mankind, but such 

 as I have seen manifested between two brothers of 

 one family. True love between brothers and sisters 

 has been seen so often as to hardly cause comment; 

 but stronghj manifested love between brothers is 

 rare. 



I know two brothers, now grown up, who always 

 seemed to think so much of one another that, no 

 matter how often they met through the day, they 

 always had a pleasant greeting for each other. A 

 favorite greeting, when not near enough to speak, 

 was a peculiar whistle, which was always responded 

 to, under all circumstances. Once when the younger 

 had been away from home for several months, the 

 elder had business in the same city, and so without 

 telling Charley he was coming, he Inquired for him 

 at his boarding-place, and was told that he had gone 

 to the park, near by. So he started out to find him. 

 As luck would have it, he saw (or thought he saw) 

 Charley among some people several rods away. Giv- 



ing his greeting whistle, you should have seen Char- 

 ley jump, said my informant merrily. The sound 

 came so unexpectedly to him that he jumped two 

 feet, and you may be sure that he was not long in 

 reaching his brother's side. Other instances I could 

 cite, but that always made a warm spot in my heart 

 for those two boys. Some think it foolish to show 

 love; but honest love is lovely, and some may laugh 

 when love is shown; but in their hearts they would 

 like just such love shown them. So, children, do 

 not be ashamed to show your love, and cultivate the 

 feeling for God and nil mankind. 



About 20 miles from hero is a lovely falls called the 

 Najoqui, pronounced NaJi-no. We went up there 

 last Sept., and I am sure you all would like to see it. 

 One of our party said he did not believe it would pay 

 to walk a quarter of a mile up hill to see some water 

 fall over some rocks; but we persuaded him to go 

 with us. So he hitched his horse with the rest of 

 them, to some sycamore-trees, whose white bark was 

 literally covered, as far as could be reached, with the 

 names of those who had come to see the falls. The 

 path is a gradual ascent, often crossing the brook 

 made by the water of the falls. After going up about 

 a quarter of a mile we came to a sheer wall 160 feet 

 high, and about 50 wide, whose entire face is cover- 

 ed with lovely ferns and moss. Down the center, 

 like a lovely silver ribbon, the water falls. Even 

 our indolent friend exclaimed, " How beautiful! " 

 Beautiful indeed it is, causing feelings of thankful- 

 ness to God for making such beautiful things. Then 

 the cry came, "Oh! I must have some of that moss 

 and those ferns." For about 5 feet the wall has been 

 dug away and taken away little by little, but the moss 

 and ferns keep covering up the broken places, mak- 

 ing it lovely, in spite of vandals. A sign is placed 

 near the falls, telling the height, and asking visitors 

 not to deface the walls. The water comes from a 

 spring close to the wall. Mrs. Hilton. 



Los Alamos, Cal. 

 I have often thought of what you say, my 

 friend ; and as I look back to my own boy- 



I hood, I feel rebuked to think that I was 

 sometimes cross and short to my brothers. 



I I had one older and one younger. One little 

 incident comes back very often to my mind 



I as L look back through the years. It is a 

 trifle, but it will help me to illustrate what I 

 I wish. One morning we were awakened 

 I rather early, to go to work in the hay-field. 

 : I do not know but we all felt a little cross 

 i for being broken of our slumber. As we 

 ' came down the old stairs, "Jess,'' my young- 

 er brother, remarked : 

 "Ame, your suspender is twisted." 

 Of course, I ought to have thanked him 

 for it by looks, if not by words ; for even if I 

 1 did not notice it then, it would probably 

 feel uncomfortable after a while. What do 

 you think T did do. my little friends V I re- 

 I plied gruffly, " Well', that is mi/ business." 

 : lie did not say any thing, and we went out 

 ! to our work ; but 1 have thojight of that 

 speech many and many a time : and since I 

 have grown up to manhood 1 have written 

 to Jess and asked his forgiveness. But for 

 all that. I would give ever so much to have 

 the privilege of taking back that rude, coarse 

 speech. Speak gently, boys, even if you^ are 

 awakened at unseasonable hours, and you 

 will thank me for this little advice in after- 

 years. 



