GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Sept. 15. 



"didn't laugh this time either ; ' cau give you 

 an operation in the morning for an even !?25 — 

 he, he!' She talked rapidly, energetically, 

 -and with a highh* professional tone. All the 

 lime she was talking I was desperatt-ly trying 

 'to talk through the instrument. You have 

 Jjrobably heard of persons talking through 

 their hats; well, the small end of that instru- 

 ment had fallen into my vest pocket, and I 

 was talking into that all the time; but just as 

 soon as her professional talk had been exhaust- 

 ed the ear connection was restored. 



"From her smiling appearance I suppose 

 she thought I would say, 'Yes, I'll come 

 around with that '^'lo in the morning ; ' but 

 instead I said, as plainly as I could through 

 the tube, 'Mr. Wood sent this money (hold- 

 ing up the silver) to your husband.' 



BEE-KEEPING IN "MERRIE ENGLAND." 



Apiary of Wm. Woodier. 



We give here a view of the " Home of the 

 Honey-bees " at " World's End," near New- 

 bury, Berks, the owner thereof being Mr. 

 Wm. Wood ley, well known to readers of this 

 journal as the contributor of " Notes by the 

 Way " to its pages. The photo from which 

 our illustration is reproduced was taken some 

 six ye irs ago, but the hives occupy the same 

 positions now as then, except that the straw 

 skeps shown in the picture have gone the 

 way of all things of a like nature. Close ob- 

 servation will show a small hive with a round 

 hole in its center for an entrance, standing on 

 the top of the twin hive in the foreground. 



Al'lARV ()F W.M. WOOHI.KV. — I-RolM URITISH Hl-.K JolKNAL. 



" ' Oh ! I see,' said she in an entirely dif- 

 ferent and normal tone ; and, looking upon 

 my face with a $25 regret, she exclaimed, with 

 moisture in the eye, ' Then you do not want 

 those wrin — ' 



" ' No, no! ' I shouted, as I dropped Wood's 

 change into her hand, and rushed unceremoni- 

 ously out of the house and down the street, 

 where I execrated the Wood family even unto 

 the third and fourth generation. 



" Did I get even with Wood ? Well, I should 

 say so. You see he was helping around a 

 sausage-factory at the time, and he heard that 

 I threatened to run him through the sausage- 

 machine on sight, and he skipped out for 

 Michigan; and I shouldn't wonder if he were 

 skipping yet." 



This was the home of a nest of bumble-bees, 

 the property of Mr. Woodley's son, who, 

 when a lad, used to keep several such hives 

 tenanted during the summer months with col- 

 onies of the genus Bo)nbus. The figures 

 shown are those of Mr. and Mrs. W. , engaged 

 in what will, no doubt, be a daily item of 

 their bee-work during the busy season, viz., 

 that of removing full racks of sections and re- 

 placing them with empty ones. 



The house in the further corner, on the left, 

 was erected as a combination summer and ma- 

 nipulating house, at a time when the old 

 shake-off or brush-away process of removing 

 finished sections was in vogue. We learn 

 that many a retreat from troublesome or angry 

 and vicious bees has taken place behind the 



