1907 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



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HUBERT HETHERINGTON AT WORK AMONG HIS BEES. 



What Captain Hetheringtou has done for 

 the bee-keeping world, both in his inventions 

 and in things the fallacy of which he proved 

 by costly experiments, can never be esti- 

 mated. 



Captain Hetherington was a man always 

 interested in the welfare of his fellow bee- 

 keepers, and a number of years ago it was 

 my privilege to ride in the same seat with 

 him from Washington to New York, and to 

 be completely captivated by his descriptions 

 of the bees. 



His death, Dec. 31, 1905, removed from us 

 a bee-keeper of whom E. W. Alexander, of 

 Delanson, N. Y., said to the writer last sum- 

 mer, "Asa l)ee-keeper, Captain Hetherington 

 was the prince of bee-keepers." 



It will he of great interest to the readers 

 of Gleanings to know that Hubert Hether- 

 ington, son of the late captain, is, like his 

 esteemed father, every inch a bee-keeper. It 

 was to visit and write up his work that the 

 writer went to Cherry Valley last August, 

 and of that visit none but the most pleasant 

 memories exist. 



Hubert Hetherington bears a striking re- 

 semblance to his father, and stands over six 

 feet tall in his stocking feet. When I called 

 at the Hetherington homestead, where the 

 son at present resides, I found Mr. Hubert 

 Hetherington very much tired out after a 

 hard day s work in one of the out-apiaries. 

 He operates with help some 1100 colonies in 

 9 different yards, all run for comb honey, the 

 furthest being 12 miles away. 



The outlook for the crop was about 50,000 

 sections. Hubert sticks to the hive of his 

 ■ father, the Hetherington-Quinby, with its 

 closed-end frames, feeling that for his meth- 

 ods this combination suits him best. 



The bees ai'e a cross of two races — Carnio- 

 lan and Italian; and the day I was among 

 them they proved to be quite cross. They 



are hustlei's, however, and the dash of Car- 

 niolan blood in them results in sections that 

 are finished in snowy whiteness. 



Hubert Hetherington is the soul of modes- 

 ty, and doesn't blow his own horn; but when 

 I parted with him at the railroad depot it 

 was with sincere regret, feeling that here 

 was a worthy son of a worthy sire. 



FIG. 3. — REMOVING THE OUTER CASE. 



