. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. 232 AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL April 11, 1901. in showing me, on his desk, a copy of our French " Lang- stroth Revised," with my father's autograph. In one of these little vil- lages, not far from the one in the picture, I met a man who used to drive a wagon for my maternal grandfather, and with whom I used to ride back and forth, on school holidays, when I was 10 or 12 years old. This man, who was then about 32 to 35, is a bee-keeper, and as such I certainly have a right to introduce him to my readers. I must, however, own that he has none but st
. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. 232 AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL April 11, 1901. in showing me, on his desk, a copy of our French " Lang- stroth Revised," with my father's autograph. In one of these little vil- lages, not far from the one in the picture, I met a man who used to drive a wagon for my maternal grandfather, and with whom I used to ride back and forth, on school holidays, when I was 10 or 12 years old. This man, who was then about 32 to 35, is a bee-keeper, and as such I certainly have a right to introduce him to my readers. I must, however, own that he has none but straw skeps, and is not very progres- sive. When I went to see him during my last trip, he was out in the harvest field with his hired servant and his wife. The servant was wielding the cradle, the woman was rak- ing the wheat, and the old man was binding. He is now upward of 70. I walkt up to him, he straightened himself and stared at me as in wonder whether the strange visitor was not out of his way. I askt, " This is Mr. ; " Yes, sir ; that is my ; "Well, I atn an old acquaintance," said I. "Oh, I believe you are mistaken, I never saw ;. Birthplace of Mr. Clias. Dadant—Vaux-Sous-Aubigny, France. you (Editio. No. Review of of ISil-llOO.) A B C of ; BY PROF. A. J. COOK. [Contiaued from page 197.) PAGE 277—A word more about bees dying because they have lost their sting. Several times I have had my T , . „ , students secure bees that have lost their sting, it hav- ir arms "^ ' ^°^ "^ ' ''°" ''^ carried me jng been pulled out consequent upon use. These were put -nto a cage and fed. Other bees, uninjured, were put into in you "In my arms? You must have been smaller than you are ; I gave him my name. The poor old fellow hugged me as if I had still been the little boy he had known, and said, " Is that you, my little fellow ? and did you come all the way back from A
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