The Swarm 
walls, and exclude the light; for the bees 
love to work in almost total obscurity, 
guiding themselves with their many-faceted 
eyes, or with their antenne perhaps, the 
seat, it would seem, of an unknown sense 
that fathoms and measures the darkness. 
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They are not without prescience, there- 
fore, of what is to befall them on this the 
most dangerous day of all their existence. 
Absorbed by the cares, the prodigious 
perils of this mighty adventure, they will 
have no time now to visit the gardens and 
meadows; and to-morrow, and after to- 
morrow, it may happen that rain may fall, 
or there may be wiud; that their wings 
may be frozen or the flowers refuse to 
open. Famine and death would await 
them were it not for this foresight of 
theirs. None would come to their help, 
nor would they seek help of any. For 
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