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send the drones to the happy hunting 
grounds. 
Whether they are sorry about it or not 
I do not know; but, in any event, they 
fall upon their poor brothers and sting them 
to death, or else drive them from 
the hive, where they soon die from 
cold, exposure, and hunger. 
In late summer you will some= 
times see a disconsolate drone sit- 
ting ona flower, very likely grieving age 
at the bitterness of his lot. 
Miss Apis, it seems to us very 
cruel of you to treat your broth- 
ers SO. \) 
But we must remember that bees are f 
not people, and that what would be / 
very wicked in us may be perfectly 
right in them. | 
The worker-bees labor very * “som? 
hard through the summer, so that some- 
times they wear themselves out in a few 
weeks, and die. 
