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parts of the United States golden rod and asters 
furnish much nectar in the autumn. 
Other countries have their famous honeys. Heath¬ 
er honey from Scotland, very, very thick and rather 
dark, sells at a premium throughout the British Isles. 
When the Scotch heather shows pinkish-purple, 
British beekeepers follow in the footsteps of the early 
Egyptians and Romans—with the exception that 
their migratory methods are not undertaken on the 
water. Bee hives are moved by motor truck or 
cart from England and the Lowlands of Scotland 
up into the Highlands where the bees revel in the 
nectar from the purple-covered hills. Honey gath¬ 
erers, honey sellers, and honey buyers alike gloat 
over the harvesting of the treasured crop. 
A delicious aromatic honey from the wild thyme on 
Mt. Hymettus in Greece should surely be “food for 
the gods,” and another of the famed honeys of the 
world is the “honey of Narbonne,” a honey from 
wild rosemary in France. Personally, I prefer the 
wild raspberry honey from northern Michigan to 
any I have ever tasted. It is thick-bodied and its fla¬ 
vor is superlative. 
Since much honey today is extracted from the 
comb by an extractor which whirls the combs around 
so fast that the honey is thrown out of the cells, later 
