1891 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



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and I cai'iled it for some trnie in my pocket, to 

 sliow folks. 



I should like to take friend B. by the hand 

 and have a long and interesting talk about 

 Sicily. Italy, good old Malta, and also of old 

 Cartilage. Tunis. Tripoli, Algiers. Tangiers. 

 and .Morocco, and a little about that susjjension 

 bridge across the Gut of Gibraltai'. and then 

 take him once more by the hand, and say, " Le- 

 lek. Alia yetek essheba, yuezumuauk i)lim hob- 

 ba tua."' 



WINTEK LOSSES. 



I have tried to get all the information possible 

 in regard to wintering bees in this neighbor- 

 hood: and the result is, not enough honey last 

 year to winter, consequently a great loss in win- 

 tering. vSome have lost all. others half, others a 

 third; the average loss in these parts is about 

 35 per cent. 



Now, friend Eoot, I mustsay something about 

 myself. My average of comb honey last yeai' 

 was 18 lbs. per colony surplus, with plenty to 

 winter; and, as usual, I have come out without 

 any loss, so I think in a few days I will write 

 you my method of keeping and wintering bees. 



Clintonville, Wis., May 11. Daniel Noble. 



[Thanks. In regard to the origin of the name 

 of the island. Mr. Baldensperger doubtless drew 

 his derivation of the name Melita from the 

 Greek word meli, meaning honey. jNIr. B.'s dei-- 

 ivation was a very natural one — more natural, 

 indeed, that the one you propose, though yours, 

 from the Arabic word meVh. salt, may nevei'- 

 theless be the correct one. We as bee-keepers 

 would prefer to have the word derived from 

 mcli] E. R. R. 



AN APPEAL 



DEAF AND BLIND GIRL, FOR A LITTLE; 

 BOY EQUALLY UNFORTUNATE. 



young- kittens, ju'i'eat dofis, gentle Iioisl-s. ri)gulsli don- 

 keys, pi'ftty singing- birds, the beautiful spiingtinif, 

 and tverj- tiling- g-oi>d and lovely that deai' Mothei- 

 Natiue lias given us to enj(jy r a:id with so many 

 pleasant tilings to talk alioui, how could we help be- 

 ing- liaiipy? 



But now I am g-oing- to tell you about a dear little 

 lx)j' wlio does not know iiow to be joyful, l>erause lie 

 can not liear nor s|ieak nor see, and lie has no kind 

 lady to teach liim. His name is Tommy, and he is 

 only five years old. His home is near Pittsburgrh, 

 Penn. Tlie light went out of the poor Little boj's 

 eyes, and tlie sound went out of liis ears, when lie 

 was a very small infant, because he was very sick 

 indeed, and suflcred gi-eatly. And is it not sad to 

 think that Tommy lias no g-entle .mother to love and 

 kiss liei- little childi' He lias -a good jtapa, l;ut lie is 

 too poor to do nuich to make liis little son's life hap- 

 pier. Can you imagine how sad and lonely and still 

 little Tommy's days are'r* I do not think you can,, 

 because the liglit has never gone out of your briglit 

 eyes, nor the pretty sounds out of those prett.y ears, 

 like pink-wliite shells. But I know you would like 



The following, from our old fi'iend and for- 

 mei- correspondent, George O. Goodhue, came to 

 hand. The matter it contains is so intensely 

 interesting that we are glad to give place to 

 the whole, although it does not pertain strictly 

 to bee-literature. We know that there is " large 

 room " in the hearts of our bee-keepers for such 

 matter. The article is as follows: 



Dear Uncle Amos:— B.oom, large room, in 

 your big loving heart, and in the heart of 

 Gleanings' readers, for my dear little friend 

 Helen Keller, of Alabama, totally blind and 

 deaf! Nay, please don't pity just yet one of 

 the sunniest and most affectionate natures you 

 ever knew, always cheery, loving, and happy, a 

 joy and blessing to all in spitt^ of her triple 

 aftliction. the full magnitude of which it is dif- 

 ficult to realize. Just think of it for a moment! 

 All intelligent realization of what there is on 

 earth, all conception of God and heaven, comes 

 to her veiled mind through her little sensitive 

 fingers alone! I must warn you, however, if 

 you do admit her, that she will surely make 

 room and claim your sympathy for another 

 blind-deaf mute, little Thomas Stringer, of 

 Washington, Pa., whose cas(^ she so touchingly 

 pleads in the annexed letter, composed and 

 written entirely by herself. 



South Boston, Mass. 



Dear Little Boys and Oirls ;— You will be surpi-ised 

 t<3 get a letter from a little girl whom you have never 

 seen; Ijut I tliink she will not seem quite such a 

 strang-er when you know that she loves you, and 

 would be delighted to give each of you a lo-ving kiss; 

 and my heart tells me we should be very happy to- 

 gether, for do we not love the same things, playful 



HELEN KELLER. 



to help make your little new friend happy, and I will 

 tell you liow you can do it. You can save the pen- 

 nies which your ijajias give you to 1:)uy candy and 

 other nice things, Jind send them to Mr. Anagiios, s(v 

 that he can bring Tommy to the kindergarten, and 

 get a kind lady to-teach liim. Then he will not be 

 sad any more, for lie will have othei- children to 

 play with him and talk to him; and when you come 

 to visit the Institution you will see him and dear little 

 Willie playing- together, as happy and fi-olicsome as 

 two kittens; ;ind tlieii you will be happj' too, for you 

 will lie glad that you helped make Tommy's life so 

 bright. Now, dear little friends, good-by. Do not 

 forget that you can do something beautiful, for it is 

 beautiful to make others happy. 



Lovingly your friend, 



Helen Keller. 



In March, 1887. only four years ago, Miss An- 

 nie M. Sullivan, of the Perkins Institute for the 

 Blind, in Boston, went to Helen's Southern 

 home, and with gentle, patient persistence, 

 songht entrance to her darkened mind through 

 her tiny fingers. The histoi'y of her most sur- 

 pi'ising success is more wonderful to all child- 



