HONEY PEDDLING 
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exhibiting a sample of his honey in a quart 
Mason fruit-jar. His reason for using this 
package was that almost any family would 
be willing to take a household article of 
this kind, for the simple reason that it 
would not have to be thrown away when it 
had served the purpose of holding the 
honey. 
With this package Mr. Moore would call 
at private houses, one after another, and 
ask for a dish and spoon, saying that he 
had some very nice honey, and that he 
would like to give the women-folks a sam¬ 
ple to taste. He then held up the beautiful 
transparent goods to the light, told them 
he was a beekeeper, and dealt only in pure 
honey; explained how it was produced, 
and finally named the price. If the lady of 
the house cared to take any he would take 
her order and deliver the next day. As a 
rule he took an order. 
In this way he made the rounds of a 
certain section of the city. When he first 
began he took the orders one day and de¬ 
livered the next; but his business grew so 
rapidly that he was finally obliged to take 
on a helper, his brother, and, a little later 
on, two more men and a man and his wife. 
The two last named washed the jars and 
filled them. Two of them delivered while 
he and his brother took orders. In this 
way they sold enormous quantities of 
honey; and as it was always the finest 
quality, and guaranteed to be pure, they 
built up a large trade. 
There is another plan, provided one can 
trade honey for other useful articles too 
numerous to mention. Even if one did not 
sell much he would get a day of royal 
sport. 
TRADING HONEY FOR DUCKS, PIGS, PUPS, ETC. 
In all the literature on bees and honey, we 
are urged to develop the home market. Act¬ 
ing on the advice, after I had traveled over 
my regular route this fall I went into an 
entirely new locality. After enjoying the 
scenery and the sunlight for about a five- 
mile drive I called at a farmhouse and in¬ 
quired of the good lady if she would like 
some honey. 
‘ ‘ Well, yes, I should like some, but I 
have no money.” 
Seeing some ducks, I offered to trade 
honey for ducks; and for a pair I gave four 
pint jars of honey. 
Calling at another house, I sold $2.00 
worth for cash; and while I was talking 
with the man one of the ducks gave a quack, 
which led to an inquiry as to what I had. 
I told them I had traded honey for ducks. 
“Well, now, look here; can’t I trade you 
some hens for honey?” 
I traded for half a dozen, and made the 
children, I hope, happy (I was). In this 
way I passed the day, and on my drive 
home I was trying to figure out my profits. 
I had disposed of two gross of pint jars, 
and 120 pounds of comb honey. For the 
pint jars I received 25 cents; also 25 cents 
each for the sections of comb. I had had 
a royal day’s sport; and as I listened to 
the quack of the ducks and geese, the cackle 
of the hens, and squeal of the pigs, and 
looked at the large box of eggs that I had 
in the wagon, I thought I would have to 
send for some egg-preservative. After get¬ 
ting home I took account of stock. I had 
$54.40 cash, 108 dozen eggs, 8 ducks, 1 
goose, 2 pigs, 24 hens, and 1 bullpup. (The 
pup is for sale.) Geo. L. Yinal. 
Charlton City, Mass. 
Another experience is thus given by G. 
C. Greiner of La Salle, N. Y.: 
Peddling honey has, like everything else, 
its ups and downs. We don’t always strike 
it rich. Some days it may seem like terribly 
steep uphill business, while other days the 
money may roll in by the handfuls. As an 
illustration, and a proof that the latter sen¬ 
tence is almost literally true, let me give 
you one day’s experience. 
Late last fall I chanced to take a trip to 
Niagara Falls with the intention of making 
a display of my goods at the city market. 
At first things looked a little gloomy. Pur¬ 
chasers did not flock in as I had hoped, until 
after some minutes of patient waiting. One 
passing lady, in looking at my honey, asked, 
“Is your honey pure?” The reply I made 
must be imagined, for it would fill more 
space than the editor would be willing to 
allow. But let me emphasize—here is where 
the blabbing came in. In answering her 
question I delivered a good half-hour lecture 
in less than two minutes, trying to convince 
her of the purity, and all the good points 
of my honey. In the mean time, passing 
people had stopped to listen; and by the 
time my lady friend was ready to buy one 
of my quart cans I had quite a crowd 
around me. To cut the story short, for 
quite a few minutes I handed out cans, 
mostly quarts, as fast as I could make 
change (many of the purchasers promising 
to buy more the next time I attended the 
market, if the honey proved to be what I 
had recommended it to be). 
When the market closed, at 11 a. m., I had 
a few cans left. With those I drove to 
Main Street and tied my horse in front of 
one of the stores, where I had a little busi¬ 
ness to transact. A few minutes later, while 
I was conversing with the storekeeper in- 
