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St alone shall attain to her in the THE CLIMATE AND HONEY. 



)litude of the ether. She rises still and • 



)r the first time in her life the blue By J. B. Hall 



lorning air rushes into her stigmata, 



nging its song in the myriad tubes of "pDITOR AMERICAN BEE-KEEP- 

 le tracheal sacs, nourished on space u^ ER: As you know, I am not a 

 lat iill the center of her body. She writer for publication, but upon 



ses still. A region must be found un- I'eading in your journal foir March, 

 lunted by birds that else might pro- P^se 58, the editorial, "Climate axid 

 me the mystery. She rises still Honey," I am so amused at what Mr, 

 Id already the ill assorted J- A, Green says about basswood 

 OOP below are dwindling and honey that I cannot forebear stating 

 lling asunder. The feeble, unwel- ^ f^w facts that will perhaps enlighten 

 me, ill fed, which have flown from ^is mind in this matter, 

 ipoverished cities. These renounce ^s a honey producer I was not 

 e pursuit and disappear in the void, aware that this part of North America 

 aJy a small indefatigable cluster re- Produced a superior quality of honey 

 ain suspended in infinite opal. She "J^til long ago, when the American 

 mmons her wings for one final effort, Bee-Keepers' Association held its an- 

 id now the chosen of incomprehen- ""al meeting at Toronto, Ontario, dur- 

 Dle forces has reached her; has seized i^» the time of the great annual show, 

 ■r and bounding aloft with united ^^^' of course, visited the exhibition, 

 ipetus the ascending spirial of their "^^i^ fii'st man to call on us was our 

 tertwined flight whirls for one sec- fi'iend, Dr. Miller. I did '.'not know" 

 d in the hostile madness of love." ^li™- His question was, "How do you 

 My private opinion is that the great S'et it soi nice?" I asked him if he 

 •ench author has sent his queen far ^^'^s from south of the line, and he 

 > high. Like many a religious the- «aid that he was. I had to inform him 

 st fixed the abodes of the finally that nearly all good things, from men 

 jssed beyond the stars, or as one down, were produced far north; at 

 mnologist puts it, "beyond the this, he laughed. 



unds of time and space." The Our next visitor was our good 

 t of queen and drone mating, friend, A. I. Root, of Medina. He stat- 

 is claimed, has never been ^d in his journal, Gleanings, that it 

 tnessed by man. The truth of ^'^s the best honey that at had ever 

 ^ claim I can neither affirm been his good foa-tune to behold, and 

 deny. I can say however, that I that he was not prepared to see Old 

 ve never witnessed it. although I Mother Earth make such an array of 

 ve had many thousands of queens boney of such a choice quality, 

 •tilized; but have many times seen -^t the great fair at Chicago, the 

 eens returning to their hives with Hon. Mr. Secor, the judge, gave to On- 

 mistakable evidence of fertilization, tario twenty-five, out of a total of 

 out 2.3 years ago, while in my gar- twenty-seven awards. This number 

 1, 10 or 12 rods from my bee yard, '^^'as later cut down, however, by the 

 attention was arrested by the noise coimniittee to twenty-three — for we 

 wings and on looking up discovered "North" fellows. Later, at Buffalo, 

 ustling mass of bees, not more than Ontario was awarded the gold medal 

 '^ard in diameter and probably one <^" basswood honey. 

 idred feet high, moving rapidly in ^^e Canadians do not claim superi- 

 S8, but slowly, laterally, and de- ority; but allow your own people to 

 nding as they moved. I could see Pronounce the verdict as to quality, 

 m veiy well until theii- descent Woodstock, Ontario, April 4, 1905, 

 ught them between me and the ^^ editorial, page 104, May issue, 

 fy trees on the hills south of my bad reference to the foregoing article, 

 *ary. I took it to be a quantity of which was by an oversight left out of 



flues and a queen. But this I give that number. — Ed. 



V as a guess. — 



(Continued.) How can he abide long in peace, 



,. , ": who thrusteth himself into the cares' 



nat man is worthless who knows of others, who seeketh occasions 



" to receive a favor, but not to re- abroad, who little or seldom cometh 



111 one.— Plautus. to himself ?— Thomas a Kempis, 



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