1897 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



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kind what wants to make it mornin' all de 

 time." 



"That is a good way to live, Sam; and if 

 everybody would only strive to live that way, 

 what a sweet happy world this would be!" 



" Dat am 'zactly so; but he'h we are, Mister 

 Fred; he'as de cottage." 



"Cottage! why, Sam, that s nothing but a 

 clump of bushes." 



" VVy, jes see he'h, Mr. Fred; it's a little dark 

 yet, an' you don't seem to 'predate de situa- 

 shun. Step right aroun' he'h to de do'. Now 

 take off de hat an' walk in. Dar, now, who 

 wants any thing better'n dat?" 



" Well, this is a novel affair," said Fred, as he 

 examined his cabin. It was a natural growth. 

 A circle about fifteen feet in diameter had been 

 planted to cypress-trees, the tops all inclined 

 Inward. When the trees had all grown to the 

 height of fifteen feet the tops and sides became 

 solidly interwoven; then the clipping shears 

 had been used to give the exterior and interior 

 a hedge finish, and to cut an opening for a door. 



" Plenty of fresh air in this thing," said Fred, 

 as he saw the glimmer of the moon through the 

 foliage. 



" Fo' gracious, dat ain't fresh air, dat's cli- 

 mate—pure California climate; you'll jes feel 

 like a cherub he'h." 



"And here is my cot and other traps," said 

 Fred, "and I'd like to know how they got in 

 here so quickly." 



"Oh! I 'spect de boys sent 'em down de ele- 

 vator." 



"There's an elevator, then. Well, now, why 

 wasn't I sent down the elevator? " 



"Ha, ha! dat wouldn't a been inlshatin'. 

 You'd a' forgot all about comln' in; but now 

 your comin' in is pressed upon your mind del- 

 ibly, and now you'll be comin' in dat way of 

 your own 'cord." 



" Not if I know myself," said Fred. " Do you 

 think Iwant to try falling in here head first 

 again? Not I." 



"Wy! we do it jes dat way w'en we're in a 

 hurry to get down." 



"But why don't you slide in feet first instead 

 of head first?" 



" Wy, dat's 'cause you don't understand de 

 chute. Yer 'sperience with it shows you dat it 

 curves up at de bottom. 'Spose now you start 

 in feet fust, you'd be standin' on yer head at de 

 bottom. Dat would be 'stremely uncomftable. 

 Don't you see de utmost importance ob startin' 

 in right at de top so's to come out on yer feet at 

 de bottom ? Oh! you'll get used to it, an' like 

 de 'zileratin' fun. But he'hs yer cot an' things: 

 jes make y'rself at home. Good-night." 



" But, wait, Sam, I want to ask' you just one 

 question. What was that noise I heard when 

 coming in here, that sounded like a swarm of 

 bees ? " 



"Oh! dat swarmin' noise? Wy, Mister Fred, 



dat's one ob de mysteries ob dis occasion. Don't 

 ax too many questions;" and happy Sam .left 

 Fred to himself. 



When Fred found himself alone, and all ex- 

 citement withdrawn, he would have fallen 

 upon his cot with exhaustion had he not im- 

 mediately done so voluntarily. Tired body and 

 mind must be restored, and he fell into a sound 

 slumber from which he did not arouse until a 

 late hour in the forenoon. When he awoke he 

 found Dr. Hayden sitting in a camp-chair just 

 outside of his bowery-house. At first he felt 

 strong resentment toward the doctor: then re- 

 membering that it was his own voluntary 

 action that had placed him in his late positions 

 he felt that he was under an inevitable fate; 

 and he exclaimed, as he arose: 



"Charity suffereth long, and is kind; beareth 



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HAH, hah! I BET YOU NEBBEK RODE DAT 

 WAY BEFO'!" 



all things, believeth all things, hopeth all 

 things, endureth all things." 



The doctor looked up from the book he was 

 reading, and, with a pleased expression, said: 



"That is good doctrine, Fred. If in all the 

 trials and troubles of life people would look 

 upon tnem with Paul's philosophy there would 

 be more happiness and a better understanding 

 of the ends and aims of our existence. But 

 now, Fred, as your culinary arrangements are 

 not all in shape, come to my cabin and have a 

 lunch, and I will then show you through our 

 happy valley." 



"Yes," said Fred, " I have had some experi- 

 ence with one of its happy occupants." 



" Sam is a happy fellow," replied the doctor. 

 "I picked him up in a most unhappy condition 

 in San Francisco, three years ago; but he has 

 developed wonaerfully since he came here. He 



