SEPTEMPiER 1, 191 (•) 











Miss Williams' apiiiry, NiishvilU 



IViMl., 



position ill town I enjoy my bees as a sick 

 line. I think T must have been born under 

 Ihe honey star, for I've always had great 

 admiration for bees. As a child I enjoyed 

 them on our neighbors' adjoining farm, and 

 I grew up with tlie intention of having bees 

 of my own. The fai-t is, when I was quite 

 young T planted the orchard which the hives 

 now beautify for a future beeyard; and 

 wlien I finally reached that long-looked-for 

 period 1 started my apiary. TTndei' the 



Tlie liivinK-l)oard is to a liivc what a iHircU is li 



most imposing peach-tree I placed (he first 

 hive of bees, which 1 bought from a friend, 

 and then waited for results. 



I remember how e.Kcited I was Avhcn T 

 had (o deal with my first swarm; and tor 

 t!ie iiiexijerienced apiarist there is nothing 

 to compare witli that sensational tin-ill that 

 simply envelopes one with tlie startling 

 realization of the novel duty devolving 

 ujjon him in hiving his first swarm. I think 

 I can safely say that to a real beekeeper (1 

 use the word real, mean- 

 ing thereby one wlio ac- 

 tually loves the study 

 and Avork of bee cid- 

 Inrc) llu^'e is nolliing 

 more inspiring than 

 swarming bees. Com- 

 ing at a season when 

 one is usually busiest 

 al)()ut his jilace it often 

 liappens that a swarm 

 will issue from the hive 

 at a most ino])povtuiie 

 time, tlu'is testing his 

 patience; still, when h(^ 

 sees tlic lull lying and 

 sciin yiiig ot his pels 

 ;is in a mob Ihey scrani- 

 hh' (int of tile hive, and 

 iicars the joyous note 

 of thcii- inadlv whirring 



