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(J I. K A N I N G S T N B K E C U I. T U R E 



AronsT, ]920 



FROM THE FIELD OF EXPERIENCE 



posed; but there were some cases of foul 

 brood in the apiary (these being treated), 

 that is, young Italian queens had been intro- 

 duced to work out the accepted theorj' of 

 curing. Being loath to believ,e the new- 

 comers got the disease by visiting, I was in- 

 clined to think that the liouse-eleaners in 

 infected colonies dropped the cleanings when 

 Hying away with them, and this might have 

 been the means of the rapid increase of the 

 disease. The newcomers may have taken 

 up the germs that were thus scattered. One 

 thing was very noticeable: Some colonies, 

 right in the same apiary, exposed to all 

 sources were clean, healthy,, and strong. 

 These contained young Italian queens of 

 last year's breeding and were three and 

 four stories high. The trouble reappeared 

 in some colonies after treatment. Also queen- 

 less colonies would not clean it up in 10 

 days; but the trouble did disappear when 

 the young Italian workers got numerous 

 enough. There were exceptions, of course, 

 but young Italian queens of strong . stock 

 would keep it down. Shaking was useless. 



I can hardly reconcile the theory as to 

 weak colonies being the first to show the 

 disease. Some of the strongest colonies get 

 it, and get it badly. They certainly are not 

 weak in strength and numbers, but it may 

 be their bees are less resistant owing to an 

 aging queen. 



But the thoro beekeeper, who has learned 

 to' ' keep bees better, ' ' will reap a harvest 

 in spite of the disease. E. J. Ladd. 



Portland, Ore. 



THE DAWN 



The Birth of Another Day of Toil and Sweets to 

 Man and Bees 



A (hiy is breaking. The first rays of light 

 are peeping above the willows by the little 

 stream that comes out of the east. Your 

 windows look out upon the trees, whose 

 tender leaves are still rustling with the cool 

 oreezes of the night. You hear a small bird, 

 that had sought the friendly shelter of a 

 neighboring bough, twittering so faintly, as 

 tho it too had just begun to wake. Yonder 

 lies the great city. Its lights are still faint- 

 ly flickering thru the fog that seems to hang 

 so heavy over it. 



Sleepily you slip down into the garden 

 and out by the nodding roses to the wild- 

 grape arbor where the blossoms are sending 

 out their faint and sweet perfumes. As you 

 stand there under the great grape leaves 

 that are shining bright with dew, you look 

 down upon another cit}^, so white and small 

 and still; but signs of life are already there, 

 for at the gateway of this city in the dim 

 light you see a guard or two who show by 

 their indifference that the bold marauders 

 of the night have gone their way. It is the 

 city of the honeybee sleeping so quietly and 

 waiting for the coming of the friendly sun. 

 I'ast the drowsy guards there comes a bee, 

 the very first one of the dawn. It comes 

 out slowly, hesitates, and seems to look up 

 into the sky that it may tell the temper of 

 the coming day, and being satisfied it lifts 

 its wings and sails away that it may be 



Tliese arc lield-ineet days "Lp North" in tlie good old suiuiiier tiiiiu. 



