1898. 



THE AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 



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ularlty, and has demonstrated beyond question that co-opera- 

 tion is possible among farmers. 



This year the Fruit Exchange has made very substantial 

 progress. There is no doubt but that successful co-operation 

 among all classes of farmers is to come in the near future, 

 and will do more for the prosperity of the country than almost 

 any other one thing. It is good that California can be a light 

 in this respect. 



The Bee-Keepers' Exchange here has had but one year, 

 practically, to show its hand. The past season has been so 

 great a honey failure that no work or progress was possible. 

 Last year it made good progress. In all such enterprises it is 

 the main thing — an absolute necessity — to secure a manager 

 who is true, honest, competent, ani withal a hustler. I be- 

 lieve we have all of these in Mr. Clayton. It is one of the 

 greatest Importance that few or no mistakes be made in this 

 matter. It means more than benefaction to Southern Califor- 

 nia. Pronounced success will convince other sections, and the 

 entire country will be blest. Let us all help all we can. 



A. J. Cook. 



We are certainly in great sympathy with the objects and 

 work of the California Bee-Keepers' Exchange, and hold the 

 columns of the old American Bee .Journal ever open to its 

 help. We wish it success, and want to do all in our power to 

 make it a winner. 



Keep Honey Customers Supplied.— Many 



bee-keepers this year find that they have not produced enough 

 honey to supply their home demand. And some will think it 

 scarcely worth while to send ofiE for honey and thus furnish 

 their regular customers with it. Right there is where a mis- 

 take is made. By all means, get honey elsewhere, if possible, 

 and sell it to your old customers. Of course, they may have 

 to pay you a little more for it than in other years when you 

 had a crop of your own, but they will not object to that, any 

 more than they would object to paying a little more for flour 

 when the price of wheat is higher. 



Now, we would say the above even if we had no honey to 

 sell ; but we feel that we are doing bee-keepers a good turn 

 when we buy their honey, and then offer to sell it again to 

 other bee-keepers. It helps all around, and we trust that 

 many more of our readers will avail themselves of the oppor- 

 tunity to get honey (as we offer on page 749), and keep their 

 customers supplied all winter, or until another honey harvest 

 comes. One of our readers gets several 60pound cans every 

 week, and is doing well with it. He puts it into gallon cans, 

 and gets §1.75 a gallon for it in a city trade. But even at 

 SI. 50 a gallon it wouldn't be bad. Try it. 



"Tell Me His Name Again " is the expressive title of a 

 new missionary song — duet and chorus — the music of which 

 was written by Mrs. Mary E. Newlin — a sister of this editor. 

 The words were written by Mrs. A. W. Gruber. It is a beau- 

 tiful thing for any church missionary service. Send for it and 

 sing it. A single copy is mailed for only 15 cents, two copies 

 for 2.5 cents, or three or more for 10 cents each. Address, 

 Mrs. Mary E. Newlin, Meadville, Pa. 



Mk. and Mrs. Tbos. Wm. Cowan's Great Loss. — Some 

 two weeks ago we announced the sad news from the British 

 Bee Journal of the loss by shipwreck of a daughter and son of 

 Mr. and Mrs. Cowan. In a later number of that journal the 

 junior editor, Mr. W. B. Carr, gives the following simple facts 

 as they occurred regarding the senior editor's son and daughter 

 on board the ill-fated steamer " Mohegan," which will be read 

 with much interest by all beekeepers on this side of the 

 Atlantic : 



Mr. and Mrs. Cowan had arranged to pay a lengthened 

 visit — accompanied, by their only two daughters and second 



son — to America, where their eldest son owns a fruit-farm, in 

 which his father is much interested, at Loomis, Calif. The 

 voyagers thus included all the members of Mr. Cjwin'.s family 

 except the youngest son, who is a pupil at the engineering 

 works of the Great Northern Riilway, Doucaster. Probably 

 all would have travelled from Liverpool in the Etruria, but 

 the two young people who were passengers on the " Mohegan," 

 being fond of the sea, chose to take the longer v.iyage from 

 London and meet their parents at Chicago, Mr. Cowan him- 

 self having arranged to pay a promist visit to some American 

 and Canadian bee-keepers on his route to that city. 



On Thursday, 0;t. 13, he saw his children depart on 

 board the " Mohegan " from the Tilbury dock in high spirits 

 and full of happy anticipation of their next meeting at Chi- 

 cago. It was his intention to join Mrs. Cawan at Doncaster 

 on the following Saturday and spend the intervening few days 

 there with their youngest son referred to above, the latter 

 being the only member of the family thus left in England. 

 But how true is it that " Mao proposes but God disposes." 

 Saturday brought news of the loss of the " Mohegan " off the 

 coast of Cornwall, and the day was spent in anxious suspense 

 by all who had relatives or friends on board. At 9:30 p.m. I 

 received at my home a "wire" to say that Mr. Cowan and 

 family had gone from Paddington to the scene of the wreck, 

 and on Monday our worst fears were confirmed. I, of course, 

 at once wrote to Mr. Cowan, but a note from himself crost 

 mine, in which I learned that the worst had happened, but 

 that he had recovered the bodies of his children, not bruised, 

 as so many were, but placid, as if sleeping peacefully, and he 

 was thankful. I pass over what immediately followed, except 

 to say that they were buried on the 19th inst., at the little 

 village church of Budock, close to the scene of the disaster, 

 the family returning to town the same day. 



I saw Mr. and Mrs. Cowan at Hampstead on Thursday 

 and found them full of gratitude for the many letters express- 

 ing sympathy with them in their bereavement. Not a few 

 have reacht this office conveying similar sentiments, and 

 knowing how greatly Mr. Cowan regards the good wishes of 

 bee-keepers, I ask them to accept, on his behalf, this acknowl- 

 edgment of their kindness. 



In conclusion, and as Mr. and Mrs. Cowan, with their 

 only remaining daughter, are now on the Atlantic on their 

 way to California, where they proceed direct from New York, 

 I hope to be pardoned for quoting a few words from a note to 

 myself, written by Mr. Cowan on board the " Etruria," after 

 leaving Liverpool, and thus conclude. The extract reads thus : 



" I can hardly realize that so much has happened since last 

 Saturday, and that everything has been so ordered as not to pre- 

 vent our joining Alec, as soon as possible. When we think of how 

 others are suffering who have not found their friends, or have 

 found them mutilated, how thankful we are that ours were spared 

 all suffering, and that we were able to recover their precious re- 

 mains so soon. Now we are on the sea. but -in the hollow of His 

 Hand,' and trust in Him who doeth all things well." 



The above words are more characteristic than any I could 

 write of one for whom so many of us feel a love and esteem 

 seldom given to a single individual in this world. 



W. Broughton Carr. 



Mr. a. W. Hart, of Stephenson Co., III., who called on us 

 a few weeks ago, wrote as follows Nov. 8 : 



Friend York — The next morning after my return home 

 my folks got me out at daylight, to take up, whip, clean and 

 put down carpets, etc. " Well, now," I said, " this seems like 

 falling from the sublime to the rediculous. after being in Chi- 

 cago midst its beauty, grandeur and glory, and being piloted 

 about its illuminated streets by a sweet lady escort, to now get 

 down to the vulgar duties of a common house-cleaner, in the 

 dust and dirt." O well — 



Such things need come into one's life. 

 If be keeps house, and has a wife 

 With talent to be clean and neat 

 Herself, and home keep nice and sweet. 



So will her " king," it she's his queen, 

 Be. gallant still, nor be afraid 

 To he the court(i)er! he has been. 

 And, cheerful, lend ungrudging aid. 



And every nook, with smiling face, 

 He'll cheerful meet with domestic grace; 

 If still " he worships her very tracks," 

 He'll on his knees— and pull the tacks I 



A. W. H.iKT. 



We are glad to see that our 69-year-old friend is still a 

 young H(e)art(ed) lover, and makes himself " useful as well 

 as ornamental " around the house. But, then, that's a way 

 most good bee-keepers have. 



