Down North and Up Along 
sessed of an indestructible pair of clappers 
upon which it played a resounding rat-tat-tat 
at short intervals. They started from under 
our feet at Digby and fled from before us at 
Look Off. 
It was some time before we could really 
believe the loud and regular rattle came from 
such tiny performers. We should have liked 
to see them working their clappers, but could 
not catch them at it, nor catch them at all, they 
were so overloaded with suspicion, and when 
we were yet far away scurried off rat-tatting to 
yet safer distances. 
It was on sunny Look Off that we made our 
first and only acquaintance with Nova Scotia 
bees. While lying on the ground we had 
noticed a distinct odour of honey, for which 
we could not account, as there were no flowers 
near. 
At first too full of the beauties of the Corn- 
wallis Valley to see anything else, we finally 
noticed numbers of tiny gray gauzy-winged bees 
flying about and hovering over the ground near 
us. The ground was perforated in all direc- 
tions with round holes into which here and there 
a bee disappeared, her hindmost legs laden with 
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