BY A. I. ROOT. 



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It was a pleasant day in Oct. when we — the artist, Mr. Stanhope and myself— drove 

 up just by the rail fence you see in the foreground, and took a peep at the surroundings 

 as you see them above. Friend Ilice was found busily engaged making winter pass- 

 ages for the bees, which operation he performed with a "sharp stick," and we noted 

 that he got along with it very fast. We soon went into the house apiary, and after 

 we had noted the tempting displays of comb honey, we were real glad we came to see 

 him. Iq the centre of the room we found large tin tanks of both Linn and Clover hon- 

 ey, and as we never like to waste any time we dipped out the honey from first one can 

 and then the other, while we talked "bees." You rasut know that friend R. gets all 

 his comb honey in small sections fitted into his large frames, and the sight of these 

 cakes of honey risht before the glass division boards clear round the room, is pretty, 

 we assure you. Miiy Mrs. R. never lose her genial smile, nor he the robust strength 

 that enables him to carry those heavy hives out of the cellar and back, wlieuever a 

 summery day occurs in midwinter; and when he gets old, may he have an easy chair 

 in the house apiary, and find it {tJie House Apiary) a complete success. 



