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THE AMERICAN APICULTUBIST. 



oysters (on Saturdays) — those were the 

 "halcyon" days. 



But the steamer sails on. Soon we 

 reach old "Fort Schuyler" and another 

 fort directly opposite which has been 

 built later ; I forget the name but I notice 

 a large sign ''Torpedoes, donotanchor." 

 We were not looking for torpedoes so we 

 passed on. 



The sound widens now, Connecticut 

 shore in the distance on the left, Long 

 Island on the right. Not being familiar 

 with the landmarks now, I get out my 

 glass and view the scenery through it, 

 till at last darkness settles and I see 

 nothing but now and then a light from 

 the many lighthouses which are placed 

 at intervals along either shore and the 

 grand starlit heavens from a cloudless 

 sky with a beautiful display of the aurora 

 which brings over me a feeling of awe, 

 and I exclaim, surely "The heavens de- 

 clare the glory of God and the firmament 

 showeth His handy work." 



But now another feeling comes over 

 me which is common to all the wants 

 of the inner man. To satisfy this, one 

 needs only a good supply of "filthy lu- 

 cre and a barter with the steward which 

 is all in his favor (it comes high but we 

 must have it) ; however, when we are on 

 our outing we are apt to ignore the cost. 

 Consideration of that will come after- 

 wards. Having attended to the inner 

 man with a prodigality to be remem- 

 bered, we light our fragrant Havana and 

 repair to our room to read the "The Lit- 

 tle Minister" till time to turn in. Just as 

 we are thinking about doing the same, 

 a knock comes at the door. Opening it, 

 a gent stands without who says, "I un- 

 derstand I am to share this room with 

 you to-night." Ofcourse, being of an hos- 

 pitable nature, I say "certainly — come 



in ! glad to have company, getting aw- 

 fully lonesome here." 



We soon get acquainted and I find 

 him a true gentleman and 1 might say a 

 neighbor, as he hailed from Orange, 

 N. J. — Mr. Frank B. Holmes. He soon 

 left me, however, his route being via 

 Cottage City to Edgartown. We reached 

 Cottage City about 5 a. m.- I was up how- 

 ever by 4 and enjoyed seeing a sunrise 

 at sea, the morning being clear and beau- 

 tiful. After discharging a large number 

 of passengers and freight, we cast loose 

 again to commence our ocean voyage 

 around Cape Cod to Portland. This was 

 one grand old day— old ocean behaved 

 nicely. 



I was not one bit sick, but hungry 

 all the time. Arrived in Pordand half 

 past six p. M. 



More anon. 



T.. O. Peet. 



Arlington, N.J., Oct , 'g2. 



BEAUTIFUL BEES. 1 

 On Aug. 27, 1892, I sent $[.50 for : 

 subscription to the Api and for an Italian i 

 queen bee, pure in her own blood and \ 

 one that you believed to have met a , 

 pure Italian drone. She was put in the ^ 

 hive Sept. 6, 1892, and a few days after- j 

 wards was found to be laying ; I thought i 

 I would look at her progeny a few days j 

 ago and I must say I was very greatly | 

 astonished ; her worker progeny look 

 like lumps of gold ; I never saw any- j 

 thing like it. The apiary is three and 

 a half miles away, but the next time I 

 go out there I will cage some of the 

 workers and send them to you. I have ' 

 now Manum, Hutchinson, Carey, Al- 

 ley, Wood, Durall, Moore and other 1 

 queens in the apiary, but have never ! 

 seen anything like this queen's worker- 



