GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Mak. 15. 



a little further, and say with Paul, " If meat 

 maketh my broiher tootlend, I will eat no meat 

 while the world standeth"? 



Who redeemeth thy life from destruction, who 

 crowneth thee with lovingkindoess and tender 

 mercies. 



By some mistake my closing paragraph was 

 omitted from our last number, and 1 have 

 thought best to give it here: 



After I got to feeling pretty well I felt trou- 

 bled because my old interest and enthusiasm 

 seemed lacking. Even when the greenhouses 

 were doing their best along in the middle of 

 February 1 did not seem able to scrape up much 

 interest in seeing things grow, as I usually do. 

 I prayed over this matter. I asked God to tell 

 me what he would have me do with the strength 

 that seemed slowly coming back. I wondered 

 if it was his will that I should turn my thoughts 

 to something else than to cultivating the 

 ground, testing new plants, etc. Well, that 

 prayer has been answered. 1 am now rejoicing 

 in a degree of physical strength that makes it 

 a pleasure to use my muscles. I am rejoicing, 

 too, in enthusiasm and interest in all that is 

 going on about me, especially in this matter 

 that I have followed for so many years— culti- 

 vating the soil. I feel sure that I am doing the 

 work God wishes me to do. And right here 

 comes in that last part of our text. " W|io re- 

 deemeth thy life from destruction."' Without 

 faith in God, where should we be? Then, 

 again, how beautiful are those closing words, 

 so full of promise — " \V)io crowneth thee with 

 lovlngkindness and tender mercies " .' 



THE UNUSED FOKCES OF NATUKE. 



Terape lies about nine miles from Phoenix, on 

 the opposite side of Salt River. After you cross 

 the big bridge at Tempe there is one of the fin- 

 est pieces of road for wheelmen imaginable. It 

 is made of a sort of limestone found in the vi- 

 cinity, and it packs down like asphalt. I fre- 

 quently made the nine miles by moonlight. A 

 good many times when I wanted to meet some 

 of the bee-friends to get an early start. I would 

 take the road by moonlight, before daybreak. 

 When I had been there only a few days I start- 

 ed home late one evening from Pho?nix. At the 

 Half Way house one of the irrigating-ditches 

 had broken through the embankment, and the 

 road was covered with water. After picking 

 my way around on the banks I got ba.;k on 

 what I supposed to be the main road. I beean 

 to think after a while that things looked rather 

 strange, even by moonlight; but I thought I 

 would push ahead until I found a cross-road to 

 make mv way back to my route. No cross-road 

 appeared, and 1 knew by my wheel that I was 

 ascending at a pretty good speed. With such 

 beautiful roads, however, it was not at all diffi- 

 cult. Finally the roar of one of the waterfalls 

 on the great canal admonished me that I was 

 getting away ofi in the wilderness, and it was 

 also getting to be pretty well along in the night. 

 I stopped at a house and inquired. The people 

 were just going to bed; but our hostopened the 

 door an inch or two, and, after looking me over, 

 he evidently concluded 1 was telling a straight 

 story. In these regions they have reason to be 

 a little suspicious of strangers who come around 



after bedtime. He said there was a cross-road, 

 and that I had come past it; but that if I would 

 follow along down the banks of the canal I 

 would reach the Tempe bridge, without any 

 difficulty. 



Now, I do not know how many waterfalls ;I 

 passed by on that wonderful road. The sound 

 of rushing waters is always inspiring to me, and 

 under the light of the full moon every thing 

 seemed weird and romantic. The mountains 

 that loomed away up in every direction 1 might 

 look; the huge cacti, as tall as telegraph-poles, 

 and the ditferent features of the desert, made 

 me feel like building air castles. Shall I tell 

 you of the air castles I built ? This irrigating- 

 canal has been pouring great volumes of water 

 over these numerous waterfalls year in and 

 year out for I don't know how many years past. 

 Waterfalls are placed along at intervals be- 

 cause they want the water lower down. Any 

 one of them was equal to the task of moving a 

 turbine wheel that would furnish power to light 

 the whole city of Phoenix, and perhaps run all 

 her electric cars besides; and yet these falls are 

 scarcely five miles from the city. Wood and 

 coal here cost tremendously. Nobody has as 

 yet ventured to make the connection. 



A few days later somebody told me that, with- 

 in about three miles of Tempe, there was a fall 

 of forty feet in the water of the great irrigat- 

 ing-canal; that a company was organized, and 

 they were already putting in an electric plant. 

 Romeo (my brother's son) and I mounted our 

 wheels, and were soon on the ground to investi- 

 gate. Sure enough, there was a turbine wheel 

 of 200 horse power already in place. The man 

 in charge invited us to go down inside of the 

 great water motor and see how it was made. 

 While we were talking he seemed a little sur- 

 prised at my enthusiasm in the matter, and — 

 what do you think? Why, he is a bee keeper, 

 has quite an apiary in that neighborhood, and 

 had just been reading a bee-journal when we 

 came up. He told me the turbine was exactly 

 like those in use at Niagara Falls. They ex- 

 pected to turn the water on in a few days. 

 While they were waiting for the necessary ap- 

 paratus to convert the power into electricity 

 they were going to use this great water-wheel 

 to pump more water from a well just sunk in 

 the gravel near by. You see, where there is a 

 considerable/t(/J in the irrigating-canal, and at 

 the same time not enough icater in the canal, 

 they are going to take the power of the water- 

 fall to lift more water from a lower level. 



Now, with your permission I wish to digress 

 from my travels just a little. Salt River Val- 

 ley, Arizona, is not the only place where im- 

 mense volumes of nature's forces are going to 

 waste. The wind that is blowing over the roof 

 of your house while you read this can be har- 

 nessed with little trouble and expense. It will 

 light your homes with the most beautiful light 

 in the world ; it will warm your rooms and cook 

 your food: turn the coffee-mill, grindstone, op- 

 erate the churn, saw the wood, shell corn, and 

 crack wheat— see page 170. What will it cost ? 

 Well, great factories are at work making short 

 cuts to reduce the cost, every day. In fact, 

 while I write quite a busy little factory is run- 

 ning on our own premises, for the manufacture 

 of electric motors and dynamos. It is called 

 the Ahlm-Edwards Electric Co. You can get 

 one of their circulars by addressing them at 

 this place. Last week they showed me a little 

 dynamo noo much larger than a good-sized wa- 

 termelon. If I am correct, it takes one horse 

 power to work it, and it will run twenty lamps 

 of sixteen-candle power each. The price of 

 this machine is now reduced to about $70.00. 

 To light your house by wind power you will 



