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confusion, even the lazy drones are taking wing, and, like a 
flood, the impetuous workers chase each other from the hive. 
Mounting in spiral circles high in the air, they soon return 
to repeat the search for the lost one, over and over again. 
We will return the queen, letting her go just at the 
entrance of the hive. How quickly she darts in! and 
the bees rush back in eager haste to get inside, and know 
for themselves that indeed the lost one is found. Imme- 
diately a loud buzzing, which, once heard, can never be 
mistaken, is audible. It is the glad shout of the hundred 
sentinels at the door, with uplifted wings and eloquent 
words, as clearly and plainly as any man could speak it, 
of the ‘‘ all’s well !” of the watchful guard, and the won- 
derful little creatures ply their busy hands, and feet, and 
wings, as before. 
Again let us remove the queen, but this time not to re- 
turn her. The tumult again takes place, and again sub- 
sides. Keep a close watch—we have a good opportunity 
to observe them. <A single card of comb between two 
clear, clean panes of glass exposes both of its sides, so 
that we may see every bee. An hour has past. The 
bees have become quite composed. And see! there is a 
cluster gathering here, another there, and over on the 
other side one, two, or three more. The bees are destroy- 
ing some of their young, and dragging them from their 
cells! They have selected one cell 
in the centre of each of the clusters, 
¥ 2] which cell they are enlarging, most 
Sen laboriously pressing outward its hex: : 
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agonal sides, making it quite round. 
a In a single day it has taken the ap- 
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pearance of an acorn cup, now be- 
Ne 
~\ cinning to curve downward. Three 
” days more and it is capped over, 
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8.—Queen in embryo. 
