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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



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rt'iiiiiis at till' wnuiii tiiiir of tlic yi-ar; iiiid \\r 

 may add, also, to foivi' llic Ih-cs into I \\r siiriilus. 

 Vour rcstrii-tor (s a iiu'IIumI of arcomplisliiiig 

 ooiitraotioii. and n'strictinj^ tlic c^j^-layiiif; to 

 les-s tlian a hrood-i-liamhii- of the ordinary I^. 

 hivo. It ditTcrs from ordinary contraflioii. tliat 

 you insert brood-rombs or widi' frames of sec- 

 tions in place of iiiittinjj in dummies at. the 

 sides: and for sucti use we have no doubt it 

 accomplishes a very useful pui'pose.J 



RAMBLE NO. 60. 



IX VKXTl I!.\ COrXTY. 



Many of tlie readers uf Gi.iCAXixcis, 1 jiave no 

 doubt, love to read, now and then, a good book 

 of fiction. There is an interesting romance of 

 Southern California, which gives an insight 

 into the easy-going ways of Spanish life at 

 about ilie time the Americans, with their greiid 



to me<'t ail association of schoolteachers, to give 

 them a lecture on the insect-j)ests of the coun- 

 try, and especially facts in I'elation to the de- 

 tiH'tion of si-alc that is so destructive to citrus- 

 trees. The teachers would impart the instruc- 

 tion to i)upils, and th(> rising generation would 

 be b(>tter picparod to fight the destfoyer. 

 Orange-growing is, therefoi-e. not all a thing of 

 ease and protit, but has fully as many discour- 

 aging phases as bee culture. 



Mr. M. directed me to diive his horse to his 

 re,sidenc(\ about three miles up tlu^ S(!spe, and 

 he would return on the morrow. Now, that 

 horse of M.'s is a remarkable animal. Mr. Root 

 says it is patient. It is more than patient. 

 Aftei- 1 had pushed on the lines, clucked at him, 

 and said. ■' Gidup," I gave him a cut with the 

 whip, and he stopped and turned his head 

 around, and, with his big eyes, plainly indicated 

 that he was thinking of a quotation from 

 Shakespeare. Said he, in language that speaks 

 plainer than words, '"Stranger, this was the 



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.MRS. M I.XTYRE .S QUEEN-REAKIXG APIARY UNDER THE ORANGE-TREES. 



for gold, acquired jKjssessionJ of the country. 

 The story was founded upon facts, and the 

 main cliaracters in the romance were veritable 

 inhabitants of the .Santa Clara Valley, and 

 many place.s are pointed out as landmarks 

 mentioned in the story. I therefore recommend 

 the •• Story of Ramona." 



It was down this valley I traveled to find the 

 home of .1. F. Mclntyre. I had almost madf up 

 my mind to say nothing about this portion of 

 my travels, for Ventura Co. has now been quite 

 well written up: but in looking the ground 

 over I find that not half the wonders of this 

 beautiful country have ever been told. About 

 tlie first man I met at the PMlImore depot was 

 Mr. Mclntyre himself. He had an ajipointment 



most unkindest cut of all." I admired the 

 horse's intelligence, and thereafter allowed him 

 to proceed at his own gait, and arrived at the 

 Mclntyre mansion after dark. I had met Mrs. 

 M. in Los Angeles, and tiierefore felt at home. ~ 

 Mrs. M., I will agree, can make good bread; 

 but that isn't all of her accomplishments. She 

 can make canned peaches. Dears, apricots, and 

 put up oranges in the following styles: Orange 

 jelly, fritters, cake, pie, ambrosia, and heavenly 

 hash. Then there are the four babies to train 

 into usefulness, the organ to play, and queens 

 to raise. I have a photo of Mrs. M.'s queen- 

 raising apiary under the orange-trees. It is 

 located under those beautiful orange-trees. An 

 oiange-tree has a peculiar charm about it — the 



