. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. THE AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 773. Explanatory.—The Ugures before the cames indicate the cumber of years that the person has kept bees. Those after, show the number of colonies the writer had in the previous spring and fall, or fall and spring, as the time of the year may require. This mark O indicates that the apiarist is located near tne center of the State named; 5 north of the center; 9 south; O east; ?O west; and this 6 northeast; X) northwest: 0« southeast; and 9 southwest of the center of the Stat« mentioned. For the American Bee JouinaL Badly Stfl
. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. THE AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 773. Explanatory.—The Ugures before the cames indicate the cumber of years that the person has kept bees. Those after, show the number of colonies the writer had in the previous spring and fall, or fall and spring, as the time of the year may require. This mark O indicates that the apiarist is located near tne center of the State named; 5 north of the center; 9 south; O east; ?O west; and this 6 northeast; X) northwest: 0« southeast; and 9 southwest of the center of the Stat« mentioned. For the American Bee JouinaL Badly StfliiE! WM. F. CLARKE. All summer long, with gloves and veil. I've kept myaelf protected ; Ynt now must tell a. aorry tale, About one spot neglected. My nose's tip the veil would touch, And oft I speculated. Whether, if bees aaaailed me much— (For 1 am sore bee-hated.) Sometime or other I might get A sting on the projection Of my proboscis, through the net, At the veil's intersection. It seemed a most unlikely thing, That any insect archer Should tbus exactly aim a atlng ; So fear took its departure. But wise philosophers have taught Truth ia more strange than fable. And my delusion came to naught the old tower of Babel. Achilles could not wounded be. Save in one spot-his heel ; Yet there, with dire fatality. Was aimed the deadly steel. And I. impervious everywhere. Save at my nose's tip. Received a wicked dab right there. That made me "tear and rip !" It was a bright and lovely day. That third of this November. But oh I the mischief was to pay. As 1 shall long remember ! While I was packing up my bees With forest leaves and chaff, And feeling perfectly at ease, Too confldent by half. A Parthian arrow hit my nose JuBtat its ultimatuTn, And a not mild expletive rose. ?? Confound the Dees, I hate 'em !" The nasal organ quickly swelled To twice its usual size ; While tears of pain and anguish welled From both my weeping eyes. My none too lovely phiz was sho
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