FOLLOWING THE BEE LINE 
lunches and ready for a good get-together time. It 
was the usual hot, humid Field Day weather in 
August, and we were all grateful for the shade. 
After the “Social Hour,” chairs were drawn 
up and the speaking program began. Halfway 
through a lecture, the audience suddenly began to 
prick up its ears, as it were, but not to listen more 
attentively to the speaker. . . . They were lis¬ 
tening to another sound—an accustomed one. 
Unquestioning the source, the audience promptly 
dispersed to gather about a hive over which a dark 
cloud of bees was rising, singing their swarming 
song. 
Of course the little imps clustered near the top 
of a tall Norway spruce by the stone wall. Noth¬ 
ing daunted, two enterprising young men ran down 
to the barn and brought back an extension ladder 
which they leaned against the tree and mounted, 
bringing down about a peck of bees in their basket. 
After we had hived them and discussed them thor¬ 
oughly there was not much time left for the speaker. 
Fortunately he was good-natured and only com¬ 
plimented me on training my bees so well for the 
occasion! 
