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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 on a flower, very likely grieving 

 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 

 not people, and that what would be 

 very wicked in us may be perfectly 

 right in them. 



T^i t 1 T r A disconsolate 



The worker-bees labor very drone, 

 hard through the summer, so that some- 

 times they wear themselves out in a few 

 weeks, and die. 



