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putting them into a prepared hive in company with a queen. 

 The poor bees are so utterly terrified by this that they yield 

 to the wffl and cunning of the bee-master. But the poetry 

 of swarming, the so-called "i 

 brushed away by this rough proceeding. 



'Fire, smoke, and noise," says 

 in the Bee Jo*r*al (1862, 



home were in flames, have at last driven the 



derers into the new and empty dwelling ; they sit separately 



on the walk, glad no longer to hear the terrifying none, no 



longer to feel the drumming at their beds. They recover ; 



a dear leader is left to them, their queen B stffl among Aem, 



and they again crowd round her. Necessity drives 



work. Like burned-out folk they begin to raise 



home, and the new colony prospers if heaven 



days and food, or if zealous artificial nature helps with 



ample saucers of honey. 



But what is going on in the old home? A portion of 

 the population has not let itself be induced either by blows 

 or by fire to quit the beloved hearth and leave the 

 sleeping in the cradles. At last 



are past. They set to work to mend and support what has 



been injured; they feel themselves again, if only half, in 



their old place. But the hope of stffl fossesang their queen 



is a delusion; their one and all is lacking. Soon they 



recognise their loss ; one part of the house asks the other as 



to the delay of their leader. One after another rushes out 



of the door and seeks in anguish for the beloved. 



and without certain news they turn back 



universal wafl sobs through the house; the walk stream with 



the sweat of agony. Even when the wailing is over, and 



the greater number^ have quieted down, a single 



the common loss, and the weeping breaks out 



grief is extinguished by its own excess, and 



its healing balsam on the bereaved, or until caBcmaxmg man 



sends in a new queen, or a child of the lost stmaejgn after 



long space of time is brought up from the cradle to the 

 throne. Outside stands the bee-masttr, listening to hear 

 whether peace has not yet returned, and could weep in 



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company wuu ms sorrowing' DC 

 he has himself brought about." 



