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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Nov. 15. 



stretch I had to do some hard pedaling to 

 make up. 



On we sped, over hills and valleys, till we 

 came to Rose Hill, where that great seedsman, 

 Mr. F. B. Mills, lives. Mr. M. has here an 

 immense seed-farm, fine buildings, and beau- 



delightful. I did not realize we were making 

 such time till Mr. Salisbur}- called out, point- 

 ing over to the left, " Thjre is Doolittle's ! " 



I had given our Borodino friend no intima- 

 tion that we expected to call on him that day. 

 Indeed, I was not sure he would be at home. 



DOOLITTI.E .A.ND HI.S FAVORITE FIVK-B.\N1 ii;i i i; 



tiful surroundings. But as we were in a hurry 

 we did not stop. 



Mr. SalisburN', ahead as usual, put his feet 

 up on his coasters, and let his wheel go, and I 

 did likewise. The long easy coast down the 

 hill, almost flying through the air, was most 



As he was away from the railroad I could not 

 reach him by telegram the day before, and ac- 

 cordingly took my chances. With some 

 doubts Frank and I, covered with dust and 

 sweat, stalked into the yard, when who should 

 meet us but the " king " himself? Instead of 



