THE SWARM 



haps unconscious sacrince the god has 

 ordained; it is the festiwil of honey, the 

 triumph of the nee, the victon- of the 

 future : the one d.iy of joy. of forgetful- 

 ness and folly; the only Sunday knowTi 

 TO The bees. It would appear ro be ;ilso 

 the solit^u^.; da\- upon which all eat their 

 tin, and revel, to heart's content, in the 

 d^ights of the treasure themselves have 

 aiiiassed. It is as though the\- %vere 

 prisoners to whom freedom at last had 

 been given, who had suddenly been led 

 to a land of refreshment and plenr\-. 

 They exult, they cannot contain the joy 

 t'lat is in them. They come and g:o aim- 

 lessly. — the\" whose evers" movement h.is 

 alw -ivs its precise and useful purpose — 

 they depart and return. s.il]y forth once 



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