The Life of the Bee 
plateau in the “pays de Caux,” in Nor- 
mandy, which is supple as an English 
park, but natural and limitless. It is one 
of the rare spots on the globe where 
nature reveals herself to us unfailingly 
wholesome and green. A little further to 
the north the country is threatened with 
barrenness, a little further to the south, it 
is fatigued and scorched by the sun. At 
the end of a plain that ran down to the 
edge of the sea, some peasants were erect- 
ing a stack of corn. ‘ Look,” he said, 
“seen from here, they are beautiful. 
They are constructing that simple and 
yet so important thing, which is above 
all else the happy and almost unvarying 
monument of human life taking root — 
a stack of corn. The distance, the air of 
the evening, weave their joyous cries into 
a kind of song without words, which re- 
plies to the noble song of the leaves as 
they whisper over our heads. Above 
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