1898 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



663 



nearly as it is practicable to do with two or 

 three vigorous shakes for each super, are piled 

 up four or five high, and in, say, three or four 

 such tiers. A tent is set over them, and se- 

 curely anchored to the ground. These cases 

 of honey are left in a shady place for a few 

 hours, or while one is engaged in some other 

 work. Toward night the bees will all have 

 crawkd out toward the top, and will be found 

 clustered in the very peak of the house. It is 

 then carefully set off and given two or three 

 smart jars upside down, and, presto ! every 

 bee will take wing and go for its home. The 

 supers may now be put on a wheelbarrow and 

 taken to the honey-house, without so much as 

 a single bee in them. 



display will be stationary, and, of course, I was invit- 

 ed to exhibit, and, of course, I surely will do so. 

 Edwardsville, 111., Aug. 22. I^oris Werner. 



A HONEY-EXHIBIT ON WHEELS. 



Some time ago we received a photo illus- 

 trating horses and wagon decked out with a 

 display of honey, bees, and beeswax It was 

 evident that this wagon was prepared for some 

 gala occasion ; and as it illustrates a new way 

 of advertising I had an engraving made. Now 

 for the life of me I can not find a word about 

 the picture, and much less do I know or re- 

 member the name of the party who sent it. 

 After rummaging about my belongings, and 

 after waiting a considerable length of time for 

 the lost to "turn up," I decided to put the 

 picture in anyhow, and let it tell its own story. 



The proprietor of the display is evidentlj'the 

 gentleman whose hand is on the wagon. Who- 

 ever he is, he seems to have an eye to beauty 

 of arrangement and general good taste. If 

 his wagon, with its display of apicultural prod- 

 ucts, was used in a procession, as is altogether 

 probable, it must have attracted a great deal 

 of attention. At all events. Gleanings pro- 

 poses to have it attract wider attention by 

 showing it to bee-keepers all over the world. 



The exhibitor, besides having an eve to 

 beauty, must have had "an eye to business." 

 He evidently knew that such a display carried 

 through the streets of his town could not help 

 advertising him and his business in a wav that 

 would be almost sure to bring returns. 



The arrangement of the four-wheeled exhib- 

 it is understood almost at a glance, and the 

 expense of it, probably, would not exceed any 

 considerable sum 



Now, then, if the man who prepared this 

 display will speak out we shall be glad to pub- 

 lish his name, and give him more advertising. 



Ho, ho ! after I had written the above, 

 W. P. R., at my elbow, who is taking down 

 my rambling thoughts in " turkey -tracks," or 

 what some would call "pot-hooks and hang- 

 ers," says he can locate the man. He thi)iks 

 his name is Louis Werner, of Edwardsville, 

 111. ; but where, oh where ! is his letter ? 



Later. — After putting the above in type we 

 wrote to friend Werner as to the ownership of 

 the display, and he says : 



Yes, this is my picture. I atn glad I .shall see it in 

 Gleanings, for all the bee-keepers to see. You see it 

 is a float in a display in the procession of a whole 

 county, and I must say your engravers did a very nice 

 job. It surely makes me "feel good." In October I 

 will, if nothing happens, show another photo of a 

 display. We are going to have a street fair. The 



my 



IJOTtS OF TRAVLL 



lirv BY A_i.Br>nT ; 



My trip from St. Paul further west on the 

 Northern Pacific was diversified by some very 

 different scenery. Through Minnesota and 

 North Dakota we passed great wheatfields ; 

 and when we approached a station called 

 Wheatland, between Fargo and Jamestown, I 

 realized, as I never did before, something of 

 the amount of wheat that is grown in America. 

 The land is just rolling enough so that occa- 

 sionally we could look off across the valleys. 

 Clear up to the railroad tracks were the shocks 

 of wheat; and in favorable localities, and with 

 good farming, they stand pretty thickly over 

 the ground. Just imagine wheatfields, or one 

 continuous field, for miles and miles, and as 

 far as the eye can reach. Away off in the 

 distance the shocks of wheat looked like hills 

 of corn. And still further on they seemed 

 like little dots on clean yellow paper. I don't 

 suppose a photo could give any idea of these 

 immense wheatfields I passed through just 

 at harvest time, and in one place I saw seven 

 self-binders following one another around a 

 piece of wheat. At every station we saw cars 

 on the side tracks, loaded with brand new 

 thrashing-machines and self-binders. In fact, 

 one might wonder what so much beautifui 

 new machinery could be for, until he turned 

 his eyes over the great wheatfields. I judged 

 there must be a tremendous crop this season, 

 for all along the road they are putting up new 

 substantial platforms where wagons can drive 

 up high enough above the cars so the wheat 

 can be emptied from the wagon right down 

 into the car, with little labor. Every thino- is 

 wheat. There seems to be little or no rota- 

 tion of crops in many places. Once in a 

 while we see a small piece of oats, a little 

 corn, and a few potatoes ; but this is the ex- 

 ception. I do not know how long this thing 

 can go on without some sort of rotation of 

 crops. Of course, there is no manuring, and 

 I judged they have not yet begun to use fer- 

 tilizers. As a result of these large fields, the 

 farmhouses are few and far apart. School- 

 houses and churches seem to be mostly in 

 small towns along the railroads, and I fear 

 that many of the farmers are almost entirely 

 cut off from school and church privileges. 



At BLsmarck we crossed the Missouri River, 

 which is muddy and rambling, a good deal 

 as it is through the State of Missouri. After 

 we passed the line from North Dakota to 

 Montana the country became much more 

 mountainous and wild, and agriculture begins 

 to be confined to the watered valleys. At 

 Glendive we strike a beautiful large river 

 which I thought must be the Missouri again ; 

 but a passenger informed me that it was the 

 Yelloivstone ; and I said to myself, as I gazed 



