1900 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



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He reflected on them pretty severely, and 

 looked right at me. I do not know but my 

 companion said this just to worry me ; and 

 how they did banter me after service ! Think 

 of my great zeal to get up early, get the canoe 

 started, and then urge expedition until every- 

 body was tired out, and finally show my con- 

 sistency by sleeping during the entire sermon, 

 shocking the good minister, and perhaps the 

 congregation, and not hearing a word of the 

 discourse ! Tommy, however, came to my 

 rescue. He declared that my heart was all 

 right, even if appearances outwardly did not 

 so indicate it ; and he Paid something to the 

 effect that it is far more important that the 

 heart be right than to have the outward ap- 

 pearances up to the highest standard, with a 

 bad heart inside. This may all be true ; but 

 still I think if we take a little more pains we 

 may have both — a pure heart inside and proper 

 decorum, at least during religious services. 

 If Mrs. Root had been there she would have 

 given me a fan or some substitute ; but some- 

 how I did not think of a fan ; and I do not 

 know whether a fan would have been sufficient 

 under the circumstances. 



Now, I want to draw a moral right here : 

 Whenever you are building a meeting-house, 

 make provision for abundant ventilation. 

 Down in Florida they have churches that can 

 be thrown open like the open cars in our cities. 

 But why not have more open-air meetings ? 

 Of course, there is difficulty in providing seats; 

 but let the people carry shawls or blankets, 

 and sit on the ground. I believe most of the 

 Savior's sermons were in the open air. When 

 we are out on an outing, if at no other time, 

 why can't we have Sunday-schools and preach- 

 ing outdoors ? 



After church, I confess it was with a sad 

 feeling that I bade my two companions good- 

 by and saw them start off in the boat alone. 

 I watched them far out on Sparrow Lake until 

 they became a mere speck. Ed had put his 

 cornet under the seat, and just as I was almost 

 leady to shed tears the familiar strains of mu- 

 sic came floating off to us across the lake. 

 "May God bless the boys in their outing ! " 

 was my prayer. I supposed I was a stranger 

 in a strange land ; but one of the boys at the 

 boarding-house informed me he had read the 

 ABC book, and that he had kept bees quite 

 successfully for several years ; so I was pretty 

 soon at home again. The next morning I 

 found another bee-keeper in the neighborhood 

 who still has quite a pretty little apiary ; but 

 his mind is pretty well taken up just now with 

 something else. He has recently started the 

 finest hotel on Sparrow Lake. What do you 

 think he calls it? " Uneeda Rest." It seems 

 to me that is very appropriate. The shore is 

 all clean white sand around the hotel. The 

 water is as clear as any spring water. Men, 

 women, and children are almost constantly 

 playing in the clean white sand and clear wa- 

 ter. It is Mr. J. W. Clipsham, Sparrow Lake, 

 Ontario, who has the hotel and the bees. 



Perhaps I should add, in closing, that I at- 

 tended church again in the evening, and did 

 not go to sleep. I had had a good big nap, 

 stretched out on my blanket on the shore of 



Sparrow Lake, where I could draw in the 

 breezes from over the water to my heart's con- 

 tent while I slept. After the evening service 

 I apologized to the good pastor for my bad be- 

 havior in the morning. 



To reach the boarding-house I was obliged 

 to go two miles around the road or a mile and 

 a half through the woods after dark. I went 

 through the woods, and enjoyed it. On the 

 way home I passed somebody in the darkness. 

 We discussed the sermon ; and when I found 

 he was not a member of that little church I 

 had quite a talk with him, and he gave me his 

 hand in parting, and almost promised he 

 would tell the pastor of the church what he 

 had confessed to me alone in the darkness of 

 the night ; that he was pretty well convinced 

 that he ought to be with that little band of 

 Christian workers, right in the harness, and 

 helping pull, away out there in the wilder- 

 ness. I did not even learn the name of the 

 man, and in the darkness I did not even see 

 his face ; but I went to bed with the feeling 

 that the Sabbath was not entirely lost, even if 

 I did, by my blundering, sleep during the 

 morning sermon. 



greenhouse;-beds ; hov^^ shai,i. they be 



MADE? 



While we were out in the wilderness Mr. 

 Grainger mentioned a great range of green- 

 houses — in fact, one of the largest in the 

 world, at Brampton, about 20 miles west of 

 Toronto, and he said I must take a look at 

 the great institution before I went home. I 

 found the establishment as he said, covering 

 with glass between three and four acres, and 

 this with solid greenhouses, not plant-beds, as 

 some of our florists are in the habit of count- 

 ing their area. Mr. Henry Dale, the proprie- 

 tor, died July 1-5 ; but so well were his plans 

 laid for the new buildings, that the work has 

 gone on almost uninterruptedly. He com- 

 menced in 1881, and he himself collected the 

 material before his death for six new houses. 

 Two of them are 840 feet long each — the long- 

 est greenhouses in the world at the present 

 time, if I am correct. 



Now, you would naturally suppose that one 

 who did business on such a scale as this would 

 leave no stone unturned to get at the very best 

 methods. He purchased his glass in Ireland, 

 his woodwork somewhere else, his piping at 

 still another place ; nails, putty, and every 

 thing else, in a like manner. He tried to have 

 the best the world produces in the way of ma- 

 terials, and then he aimed to take advantage 

 of all new inventions and discoveries in the 

 way of construction. He has tried two houses 

 with the short slope to the south, such as was 

 described by friend Slack a few months ago ; 

 but for his purpose — growing flowers, mostly 

 roses — he did not think they offered sufficient 



