Gleanings in bee culture . times I dolose a swarm; but. Lor bless ye, whatslosin a swarm to dislurbin the poor eril-ters every few days? and Ill tell ye I donthev much faith in this business of keepinbees from swarmin. Cordin to my notion(he more ye fuss with em the more theyswarm! An look at lliet feller over here,fiddlin away raisin queens(contemptuous-ly) : why, they aint no good after hesraised em, fer its good deal better to letnater raise yer queens stead of putlin in astranger thet may be will be erosser thanra m! Johnnie takes off no honey until fall, andthen has nothing but section ho
Gleanings in bee culture . times I dolose a swarm; but. Lor bless ye, whatslosin a swarm to dislurbin the poor eril-ters every few days? and Ill tell ye I donthev much faith in this business of keepinbees from swarmin. Cordin to my notion(he more ye fuss with em the more theyswarm! An look at lliet feller over here,fiddlin away raisin queens(contemptuous-ly) : why, they aint no good after hesraised em, fer its good deal better to letnater raise yer queens stead of putlin in astranger thet may be will be erosser thanra m! Johnnie takes off no honey until fall, andthen has nothing but section honey, which isso cheap here that it seems a crime to wastethe bees time making it; for wax is as highas it is anywhere, and he could increase hisbee income four fold by extracting. Yearswhen other people get a big crop of ex-tracted. Johnnie complains of a poor yield,and shakes his head unbelievingly when heheais of some other fellows big crop. Hughson, Cal. 1180 GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE Heads of Grain from Different Fields. THE BACKLOT BUZZER BY J. H. DONAHBY Jerry Aster thought he was all thru with his ex-tracting for the season till his new truck he hadloaded with comb honey got a skiddin on theasphalt pavement. Jerry says it went around so fastthat he not only lost all his cargo but a set of upperteeth besides. SONNET ON THE PASSING OF A YEAR. BY GRACE ALLEN And must we bid you too farewell, dear year,And see you pass with drooping aged head,Tho with unhesitating stately tread, Down long dim paths the timid-hearted fear? Aye, go you must, you too, however dear,And pitch your tent among the quiet deadOf numberless forgotten years that fled Long since across our world of Now and Here. Yet not uncomforted we see you pass. Our hearts have let us know this thing istrue;Tho Time may trail his garments o er ourgrass,The things he claims shall God nobler than the old the new shall years, new faith, new life, eternally. Western New York Meeting. The Western Ne
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