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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Apr. 1. 



house; but the professor, while giving his in- 

 structions, listened to Gimp's earnest appeal, 

 and allowed him to go to the bend just above 

 the house, to fish. Gimp was an expert fisher- 

 man, and supplied the table with many a dainty 

 morsel from the river. 



Gimp for a brief time had one eye upon the 

 house and the other upon his fishing-tackle; 

 but when the fish began to bite he lost all in- 

 terest in the house, and directed his attention 

 to the fine fish he was taking. 



Alfaretta, after a half-hour's rest, came from 

 her room, and, finding the house deserted, 

 became nervously alert, laughing softly to her- 

 self. She tiptoed into the pantry, and put a 

 lunch into a little hand-bag. Then, taking the 



ing, and he hastened up the river-bank only to 

 hear the sounds dying away. " Some o' them 

 Spaniards that live up at the cove," he remark- 

 ed as he proceeded to bait his hook again. 

 " But suthin' tells me tu go over tu the house;" 

 and, suddenly dropping his pole, he said, with 

 emphasis, " I'll go." 



He found the house quiet enough; but when 

 he went to the corral and found Jack gone he 

 oecame greatly excited. "Jimminy crack- 

 horn!" said he; "that gal's clean gone — in the 

 night tu." 



Gimp was a boy of action, and he hastened 

 down to the pasture lot for old Jake, and he 

 was soon ready to follow. Before leaving the 

 house he scrawled upon a piece of paper the 



" THE WHITE SQUAW ! THE WHITE SQXJAW ! 



professor's heavy macintosh, she quickly ran 

 to the corral. 



Jack met her at the gate, and rubbed against 

 her in an inquiring way, as much as to say, 

 " Where now, my dear?" 



"S— h!— s— h! Jack." Then in an undertone, 

 while saddling the pony she crooned her old 

 song; and as she climbed into the saddle she 

 exclaimed, "Now, Jack, it is Fred Anderson we 

 must find— find; away to the hills! on fairy 

 tiptoes, away!" 



Jack responded, and struck off up the river 

 at a rapid gallop. The lively staccato of hoofs 

 upon the hard road aroused Gimp from his fish- 



following message: 



"Alfaretta be gone; so be I gone after her, 

 up river." 



This he left tied to the door knob. 



Jake was no match for the lively Indian 

 pony, and for every mile Gimp made on his 

 back the pony made two. But Gimp was blind- 

 ly persistent, and had in mind that Alfaretta 

 would stop to rest the pony by and by, and then 

 he would catch up with her. 



At the first ferry, where she had so many 

 times been refused passage, she did not halt; 

 but at the next, ten miles from her home, she 

 allowed the pony to have the bit. She imme- 



