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over Oconto, and little Favosites was torn from 
the place where he had lain so long; but by good 
fortune he happened to fall into a crevice of the ice 
where he was not much crowded, else he would 
have been ground to powder and I should not have 
had this story to tell. And the ice melted as it slid 
along, and it made great torrents of water, which, 
as they swept onward, covered the land with clay 
and pebbles. At last the ice came to a great 
swamp overgrown with tamarack and balsam. It 
melted here; and all the rocks and stones and dirt 
it had carried, — little Favosites and all, — were 
dumped into one great heap. 
It was a very long time after, and man had been 
created, and America had been discovered, and 
the War of the Revolution and the War of the 
Rebellion had all been fought to the end, and a 
great many things had happened, when one day 
a farmer living near Grand Chite, in Outagamie 
County, Wisconsin, was ploughing up his clover- 
field to sow to winter wheat. He picked up in the 
furrow a curious little bit of “ petrified honeycomb,” 
a good deal worn and dirty, but still showing plainly 
the honey-cells and the bee-bread. Then he put it 
into his pocket and carried it home, and gave it to 
his boy Charley to take to the teacher and hear 
what he would say about it. And this is what he 
said. 
