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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Mar, 1 



cars in a way that made the hair of an old 

 driver of this kind of vehicle stand on 

 end. 



" My g'oodness, Salisbury! you just bare- 

 ly missed that heavy truck- wheel. I should 

 not dare do it." 



" Pshaw! " said he; " I do it every day." 



" All rig'ht," I said; " I can stand it if 

 you can But say, Frank, how long' have 

 you had an autmobile? " 



"About six months. Don't you remem- 

 ber writing^ me, ordering me to get a ma- 

 chine? You see I obeyed orders." 



Then I remembered that, several months 

 before, Mr. Salisbury wrote that the heavy 

 business he was having was wearing on his 

 health, and that he was getting nearly 

 tired out. In a joking way I ordered him 

 to get an auto instanter and make some 

 spins outdoors, never suspecting I could 

 get a bachelor like him interested to the ex- 

 tent that he would carry out my instruc- 

 tions to the letter. He went right up to the 

 garage of the Olds machine, for I had said 

 that was a good one, and gave an order. 

 To m.ike a long story short, he got one of 

 the latest machines, and here he had been 

 driving it some six months, without any 

 trouble with it whatever. 



" How did that happen? " I said. 



" Why, you told me to study the book, and 

 I did." 



He tinkered and fussed with it until he 

 came to understand its mechanism through- 

 out; and instead of waiting until something 

 was out of order on the road, he saw to it 

 that every time he started out it was in 

 proper condition; and the result was, when- 

 ever he was ready to go, it was. He had been 



using it in all kinds of weather, both for 

 pleasure and business. He could go down 

 to the city or to the depots or express of- 

 fices in about half the time it took him to go 

 on the street cars. On a rush order he 

 could take small packages with him, deliv- 

 er them at the express office, go to the 

 bank, and do various errands, in a time 

 that would leave the old way clear in the 

 shade. 



"Look here, Frank," I said, as we ap- 

 proached his house; "you do not propose 

 to go up that hill in all this snow, do you?" 



" Why, sure." 



Mr. Salisbury's large warehouse is up 

 on one of those Syracuse hills. He applied 

 the power, and the little machine walked 

 up it as if it had a good deal of reserve 

 power left. He ran it into his auto shed, 

 shut it, and we went into the house. There 

 was no horse to put out, no climbing up a 

 loft to shove down hay; no oats to feed, no 

 water to carry, no stable to clean. It was 

 down to zero, but the cooling- coils of the 

 machine had been supplied with salt water 

 to prevent bursting the pipes. Before he 

 went into the auto-house I asked him to let 

 me take a photo of him just as we came in; 

 and there he is, you see, knee-deep in the 

 snow. 



But our friend Salisbury, besides being 

 an expert bee keeper, is a genius in several 

 respects. He is a rapid calculator; and 

 one of his diversions is to take a complicat- 

 ed set of figures, either in multiplication or 

 addition, and give the result in a twin- 

 kling. He loves machinery, and that is 

 why the automobile was to him what water 

 is to a duck. You will see he has a wind- 



now SALISBURY NAVIGATES THE SNOW WITH HIS AUTOMOBILE. 



