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p<trt (if lilt' stoiy. hwl it liotsii't tell, and no |)ii'- 

 lurr cmi 1(11. ol' tiiat woiHlciriil vision of tin- 

 W(irlii hclitw tlu' world below the clouds. Tlic 

 following lines lell '^diinlhhitj of \s liiil we saw: 



.\ sweet (KM'fiinie upon the breeze 

 Is borne from ever vernal trees; 

 .Vnd tlowei-s that, nor fading, Rrow 

 Where streams of life tm- <'\i'i' tlow. 

 () Henlali land! sweet Iteiilah land! 

 As on thy liijirhest nionnt I stand. 

 1 look away aciuss the sea 

 Where mansions are incpai'ed for me. 

 And view the shininji- ^'lory-shoi-e, 

 My heaven, my home for evermori-l 

 We (lid iiuleed " look aw ay across tlie sea." 

 for tlie ocean liad all at once come into view all 

 around tis. IMr. Farr said ho thought it could 

 not be: but next inoniiii^ we found it really 

 was the ocean. Down in the valley it was 

 miles mt'itii: but here it seoiued to conio almost 

 up to the mountaiirs foot, .hist as we rounded 

 the point (see picture again) darkness set in; 

 and wlien it was too dark to see plainly, the 

 trail seemed to divide. We took tlie one that 

 seemed plainest; but alter following it in the 

 dark for about a quarter of a inile Mr. V. said 

 he felt sure it was going doivii the mountain, so 

 we felt otir w ay back, and took the other. This 

 went 1//) fast enough, .sin'c; but it soon became 

 evident it was not tlic trail. We couldn't go 

 back again, so we pushed ahead. I could keep 

 in it only by feeling with my toe. as well as with 

 my hands, and once or twice I really felt so 

 alarmed that I prayed that the great Father 

 above would guide our erring and stumbling 

 footsteps. Very soon after that, this lirst trail 

 struck tlie real one. and I tell you I inwardly 

 gave thanks. Up, up, up, we continued to go, 

 until out of the woods we came again, and. oh 

 what a sight tnet ns! Every city for miles 

 around that uses either gas or electric lights 

 sparkled and twinkled into t>xist(Mice in a way 

 tliat brotight strength once more to my tired 

 limbs. Los Angeles was the queen of them all, 

 and then and there she might iccfi be called the 

 "queen" of the cartJily angels. Imagine a 

 thousand twinkling stars, and each star a sun, 

 and the whole of them beneath your feet, and 

 you have it. Pasadena led off as next in radi- 

 ance, and the rest followed. We were now go- 

 ing steadily ro'ind the mountain, and I felt sure 

 that the Mountain Hotel must soon come in 

 sight. Hy the dim light of the stars we saw a 

 sliovel and pick in the trail, up against the 

 bank. They were left, doubtless, by some work- 

 man repairing the roadway, and so \u'. couldn't 

 be fcry far away. I have always loved a shov- 

 el and pick; but I never saw any tools look so 

 good before. At length, a little in advance, and 

 above our heads, a light met oui- view that 

 brought from each of us a loud shout of rf^joic- 

 ing. The cut explains it, but you must imagine 

 all the summer tents out of the way, so only the 

 one with th*; shingle roof I'and the stovepipe 

 sticking out of the topj nimains. 



Our shout was answered by a brisk one from 

 within; and. wasn't there a rejoicing! While 

 the roof is shingles, the sides and doors are 

 cloth. Cloth is cheaper than glass, and lighter 

 to carry u\) tlie mountain. With a bright lamp 

 in.side. " (amp Wilson '' looked very attractive 

 in the night. I was so weary I made for a chair 

 near the great cook-stove; but friend Farr was 

 most anxious about '" water." Remember, wo 

 two had not had a drop for our parched tongues 

 in all that four hours, and up grade eight miles. 

 It was soft spring water, from the summit of 

 the mountain, almost. IHO feet still higher up. I 

 drank cupful after cupful; and when sujiper 

 was ready I drank two large cups of coffee, and 

 ate — shall I tell it all"? Well. I ate a great lot 

 of pork and beans, ever so many chunks of 

 !<hortcake, a good lot of honey, and almost half 



a can of straw berries. I thought the can iield 

 almost a gallon: l)ul friend I'arr says it was 

 only a (luarl. I am sure it was /m(// a gallon. 

 The sole occupant of (anij) Wilson that night 

 was the owner of the shovel and pick'; but he is 

 a pretty fair cook, after all. He said they usti- 

 ally had .'')() cents a meal, and .")() cents for a Ix'd; 

 but as our supper was cold, and they were out- 

 of meat, he would call it a dollai'eacli for sup- 

 per, breakfast, and lodging. Before I went to 

 bed I drank a lot more of tliat spring water.and 

 1 never had ex'en a /T/zu'i/i/cr of that supper ftf 

 pork and beans, etc. 





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In the multitude of counselors there is safety.— PR. 11 : 14. 



Eight extra pages this issue. 



Who is the editor of the Cimddlan Bee Jour- 

 jialf We liojx' our old friend D. A. Jones is 

 still at the editorial helm. 



OvR sub.scription-list now numbers 10,12.5. 

 In spite of the poor honey seasons, we manage 

 to keep above ten thousand. 



We are having quite severe weather this 

 nth day of March— high winds, and the mer- 

 cury sporting some of the time very near zero. 



As usual at this time of year we are again 

 flooded with good available matter for publica- 

 tion; but we fear we shall not be able to u.se all 

 of it. 



Dk. Mii.i-ek says he saw a book on Ernest's 

 desk, on patents. Yes; and if he had rum- 

 maged around a little he would have found 

 two or three more. No, we are not going to 

 patent any thing — not even sealed covers, even 

 if we did enjoy tlie exclusive priority of discov- 

 ery. The fact is, we like to keep a little posted 

 on the patent (luestion. yon know. 



Dk. Mii.i.ek's vStraw against letting bees starve 

 in April is timely. We are now approaching 

 the time of what is sometimes called " springing 

 bees." By the way, it has often been said, and 

 with considerable truth, that it is a good deal 

 harder to " spring " bees than to winter them. 

 Variable weather, that is. warm spells in which 

 brood-rearing gets started, followed by a cold 

 snap in which the brood is killed, is very disas- 

 trous, and continued cold weather is far to be 

 preferred. 



In our editorial in the last issue, in regard to 

 adulterating extracted honey, we warned the 

 general public against buying jars of honey (?) 

 containing a piece of comb in it. for the reason 

 that the comb was iirobably only a delusion and 

 a snare, to give the glucosed mixture the ap- 

 pearance of honesty. We further stated that 

 we did not believe that a single bee-keeper put 

 up his broken-comb honey in that style. We 

 have since learned that there are bee-keepers 

 who put up their honey in just that way ; and 

 it is the only way that they can get rid of bro- 

 ken-comb honey at a fair and reasonable jirice. 

 We have sinci;" learned that our friend M. H. 

 Tweed, of Allegeny City. Pa., a bee-keeper 

 and honey-merchant— a man of integrity, hon- 

 or, and principle— has been putting up pure 

 broken-comb honey in glass jars. We regret 



