American bee journal . ing on me before and I wontdo it now. But, Henry, they are so feverish to-day, and you havnt got your otherclothes on, so that they wont knowyou. Do try it this time. So he wraps up his head in a greenmosquito net and puts on a pair ofcowhide mittens. The bees alight ona tall elm tree and he gets a ladder upthere against it. Then he slowly as-cends the tree with a bee-hive underhis arm. Just before he put on the misquito net lie took a large chew oftobacco. He now wishes that he hadnot. People began to go by on theirway to meeting and see him up in thetree with a large g
American bee journal . ing on me before and I wontdo it now. But, Henry, they are so feverish to-day, and you havnt got your otherclothes on, so that they wont knowyou. Do try it this time. So he wraps up his head in a greenmosquito net and puts on a pair ofcowhide mittens. The bees alight ona tall elm tree and he gets a ladder upthere against it. Then he slowly as-cends the tree with a bee-hive underhis arm. Just before he put on the misquito net lie took a large chew oftobacco. He now wishes that he hadnot. People began to go by on theirway to meeting and see him up in thetree with a large green head on himand hot leather mittens. They speakto him but he cannot reply because hismouth is full of tobacco. It is very hotindeed. The sun pours down throughthe hot leaves, and the breeze is takingmuch needed rest. He gets up in thetop of the tree and looks like a newstyle of lizartl. Sabbath-school boys,wearing chip hats faced with gingham,pause on their way to the house of wor-ship and watch him. He reaches out. When the Bees have Ceased to Swarm. to scoop in a handful of the brownfuzzy insects, but the leather mils smellstrangely to them. They do not recog-nize the proprietor by his paws and hisodor. Three or four bees fall downinside those mittens, and, feeling thatthey must defend themselves, make ahot highway across the back of hishand. Then Henry yells and dropsthe hive on the Bible class. Somebees get under his green veil and hishair, and finding that they cannot getout, they sink on him with their littleheated hypodermics, and he saysthings which bring the blush to the fea-tures of his sad wife. For days afterward they sit oppositeeach other at the table and do not sayanything. He looks at her savagelywith one eye, the other being closedby its creditors. It is three days be-fore he will even ask her to pass thebutter, he is so mad. Bees are very industrious, but foolthemselves by accumulating more thanthey need, forgetting that they willsoon die and leave their s
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