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AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 



exist before, and careful observations 

 have been made regarding the range of 

 its flight, and also the yellow varieties 

 have been taken to countries or locali- 

 ties where only brown or black bees 

 were found, and the dark varieties have 

 been experimented with in regions 

 where only yellow bees were natives. In 

 this manner it has been readily and 

 accurately determined that they gen- 

 erally work within a distance of 2 miles 

 from their hives, although they will in 

 rare instances go as far as 2 or 5 miles, 

 and a resident of an island off the coast 

 of Texas reported, several years ago, 

 having followed his bees in a boat, and 

 found them working on the mainland, a 

 distance of 7 miles from their hives. 



But no practical bee-keeper would ex- 

 pect favorable results from pasturage 

 located over 3 miles from his apiary, 

 and marked advantage can only be 

 awaited when the honey-sources are 

 located within 2 miles in a direct line 

 from the apiary. — Insect Life. 



Washington, D. C. 



A Trip to Historic lactinac. 



HENBY K. STALEY. 



When, according to ths ancients, 

 Canis Major or Sirius the Dog Star is in 

 the ascendancy, the fields dry up under 

 the scorching rays of the sun, the pores 

 of humanity are opened, and the brack- 

 ish sweat rolls forth, wetting the dirt- 

 tiest rag to the most beautmul dress. 



It is during these times, the dog days, 

 that people with overworked brains, 

 worn out and enervated bodies, and 

 those afflicted with summer diseases, are 

 wont to flee their homes in search of 

 quietude and recreation, to watering- 

 places and summer resorts. And this is 

 what every bee-keeper should do, if he 

 can possibly afford it, as well as the 

 lawyer, doctor, merchant asd thief, and 

 leave behind him the cares and anxieties 

 of life in oblivion, and, like De Soto and 

 Ponce de Leon, search for some influ- 

 ence to invigorate and regenerate him, 

 putting him in a fit attitude to again 

 combat with the. stern realities of life, 

 "lis said, 



"Life is short, and time is fleeting, 

 And our hearts like muffled drums 

 Are heating, funeral marches to the grave.' 



In view of this, it behooves us to take 

 advantage of the extremely low railroad 

 rates to these places of interest and 

 recreation. But let ine advise you, 



paradoxical as it may seem, the opinions 

 of others to the contrary notwithstand- 

 ing, to first yo alone. By so doing you 

 will soon be enabled to overcome all 

 feeling of homesickness, gain experi- 

 ence, and be endowed with a self-reliance 

 which I think can never be acquired by 

 traveling in twos or more. 



So, having purchased a $5.00 round- 

 trip ticket to Detroit, I left 



The Queen of the West.in her garlands decked, 



at 9 a.m. on Aug. 25, 1892, headed 

 for the "Fair City of the Strait." The 

 rounceval iron-horse soon began to fly 

 through the magnificent suburbs of 

 Lockland, Wyoming, Carthage, Glen- 

 dale and Cumminsville. We now roll 

 into the Gem City amid confusion, where, 

 after a short respite, we are flying 

 through Northern Ohio. 



" Whizzing o'er the mountain. 

 Buzzing o'er the vale ; 

 Bless me ! This is pleasant, 

 Riding on a rail." 



That the "melancholy days have 

 come, the saddest of the year," is at- 

 tested by the acres of dried up and 

 withered grass. Tippecanoe, Troy, Sid- 

 ney and Piqua are soon left into our 

 rear, and we are now sailing toward the 

 tremendous oily resources, tanked and 

 otherwise, of the Standard Oil Co. It is 

 a grand sight as one comes into Lima, 

 to see these hundreds of hundreds of 

 red-painted tanks, holding within their 

 circumferential areas, millions of gallons 

 of crude oil, drawn from Nature's greasy 

 springs. 



No less interesting is it to see this 

 crude oil. refined. The first distillation 

 gives off gasoline, the second benzine, 

 the third petroleum or coal oil, the 

 fourth headlight oil, and the fifth 

 lubricating oils. Thousands of pounds of 

 the residuum is made into coal tar, 

 and lots of it goes into the chewing 

 gums, for our fair damsels to smack 

 their jaws upon in lieu of what they 

 term the " filthy tobacco." 



'•Tobacco— 'tis a nasty weed, 

 Which from the devil did proceed ; 

 Smoke and chew, and burn your clothes, 

 And make a chimney of your nose." 



These things are especially interesting 

 to me, since I am an exponent of For- 

 estry, because of the consciousness that 

 all this oil that warms up our edificies 

 by day, illuminates our houses by night, 

 makes our buggies run easily, cooks our 

 meals, cleans our printing presses, tars 

 our ropes, and sets our upper and 

 nether maxillaries in motion, must trace 



