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Pletty soon Mr. Mulphley go way, and 

 me takee sugar and eat him, tlee, four 

 pounds. Too muchee sugar no good ! 

 Blime by me sick — sick stomachee. 



Jim come home, find me on floor, hap 

 die. He heep scared. He catchee gin 

 and give me. 



Me say, " No, Jim ; me hap die flirst. 

 Me no more dlinkee whiskey. Mr. Loot 

 (him belly good man) he say "whiskey 

 belly bad for man's belly. Mr. Loot 

 heep sabbe." 



Jim say, " Wha' for you care Mr. Loot 

 and Dr. Piller. They heep sabbe laise 

 bee, but no sabbe you belly. Me no 

 want you hap die. Me like you to-mol- 

 low plow corn. So you dlink gin !" 



I close me eyes, open my mouth, and 

 say, "Here's to your health, Mr. Loot. 

 Me heep likee get well quickee." 



You bet me get well quickee. Mr. 

 Mulphley say I catchee colickee — eat 

 heep sugar. 



Night come, Jim he go bed flirst. 

 Sloon me thlinkee him clazy. Me go 

 bed, too. Soon me thlinkee me in Meli- 

 can man's hot place. Me get bite in 

 feet, in arms, on head — heep lot evly- 

 where. Jim, he just clazy — him sugar- 

 fly in bed bitee him likee — what you say 

 for belly good cussword ? No sleep this 

 night. Jim he say he no more stay with 

 me if me keep sugar-fly. 



Me tell him " All lite," me no care ; 

 me likee sugar-fly allee samee him my 

 child. Me keep him, and one, two 

 year me have heep lot." 



Jim go way next day, and me lun 

 lanch allee samee Lambler — keep batch- 

 'lor's hall and heep bee. 



Sunday me no work on lanch, so me 

 go Slunday-school, and talk teacher 

 'bout sugar-fly. Him teacher one lady, 

 and say he leed Mr. Loot's "ABC Book 

 on Sugar-Fly." Me likee hear him 

 teachee, talk heep lot. Him tell me 

 'bout God, but me forget; him takee 

 'bout sugar-fly, me no forget. 



Me go home and fix my bee for winter 

 quarters — me think that's what Mr. 

 Loot call him. Mr. Mulphley say Mr. 

 Loot no sabbe— California heep warm — 

 fly no hap die. Mr. Loot lite, Mr. 

 Mulphley lite. How me know ? Me flix 

 fly likee this : Mr. Loot long, and me 

 flix him allee samee he say my sugar-fly 

 die; Mr. Mulphley long, and me follow 

 him, fly die too. So me flix him one blox 

 likee Mr. Mulphley say. You sabbe? 



Winter go way me look at sugar-fly. 

 One hap die — him allee samee flixed like 

 Mr. Loot say ; the other belly fine — him 

 heep stlong, and sting me one eye — me 



one eye — me no care muchee, but heep 

 glad him live. 



Next time me tell you what me do 

 next year. 



What you thlinkee me as a sugar-fly- 

 keeper ? You likee hear flom mo — me 

 give you lot news. Me likee to hear 

 'bout Dr. Piller, Mr. Doonothing, Mr. 

 Loot, Plofessor Clook, Mr. Gleen, Dr. 

 Tlinker, and Hutchlinslon, Slecor, Hed- 

 dlon, Dlibbern, Fiance, Lallabee, Dlem- 

 alee, and other big sugar-fly writers. 

 Me hopee they will be glad to hear flom 

 me, and enjoy me explerience as I enjoy 

 theirs. Wong Lung. 



Slan Flanclisco, Claliflornia. 



S. P. — Mr. Newsplaper-Man : — Me 

 hopee you will excluse me glammar — as 

 me only plicked it up in Slunday-school 

 where me also learned to lead and write. 

 If me makee successee of the blizness 

 here, me shall start a Chinese sugar-fly 

 journal in Canton, slometime. 



W. L. 



Results of the Season — Deceived 

 on Winter Stores. 



Written for the American Bee Journal 

 ' BY JOSEPH DUNBARR. 



My colonies of bees have cast but few 

 swarms, not averaging over one-fourth 

 their number each year, but they have 

 increased from year to year until last 

 fall, at which time I had 45 colonies. 

 Two were Italians and one Carniolan, 

 and if there is any I could not see the 

 variation from the black bee. About 

 one-half were hybrids, the rest blacks. 



The honey was above the average in 

 quality last year, according to the gen- 

 eral report. They gave me between 

 1,500 and 2,000 lbs. of surplus, but it 

 was all dark except what was gathered 

 from smart-weed, and it was mixed with 

 the honey-dew. As dark as it was, 

 many of my customers admired its taste. 

 I sold all but 50 pounds, which I have 

 yet. 



I will now tell how I lost 35 colonies, 

 and if any wish a similar experience, 

 they can follow my example. 



After the fall flow of nectar last year 

 (1891), I took the upper set of frames 

 out of the upper stories (my hives are 

 the Simplicity pattern). As I emptied 

 each story, and decided from the appear- 

 ance the amount left as to its being 

 sufficient to winter on, I rested easy 

 until a few days before the first cold 

 spell. I commenced placing warm covers 



