. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. 1895. THE AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 705 moment, while his horns and mighty forehead made kindling Wdod of the hive. He lifted his head with a roar of triumph, the honey streaming down his face and bits of corab dropping from his horns and ears. Nannie was forgotten, and from her hiding-place thankfully saw that in the bees she had found a potent ally. To Nannie's eyes, the bull seemed wrapped in a cloud of black gauze, so thickly swarmed the bees about him. Meantime, as the poison of the stings took effect, the bull bounded desperately into the air, unabl
. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. 1895. THE AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 705 moment, while his horns and mighty forehead made kindling Wdod of the hive. He lifted his head with a roar of triumph, the honey streaming down his face and bits of corab dropping from his horns and ears. Nannie was forgotten, and from her hiding-place thankfully saw that in the bees she had found a potent ally. To Nannie's eyes, the bull seemed wrapped in a cloud of black gauze, so thickly swarmed the bees about him. Meantime, as the poison of the stings took effect, the bull bounded desperately into the air, unable to endure the ter- rible torment. Then bellowing shrilly with pain and fury, he plunged forward into the raspberry thicket, and dashed through it right up to the garden fence. The branches scraped off many of his assailants, and bewildered his pursuers. When he reached the fence, he wheeled and galloped madly back across the gar- den, passing within a little distance of Nannie's hiding-place. Down went corn and sunflower, hollyhock and larkspur, before that blind charge. A moment later he caught sight of the open gate- way, and rushed through it, carrying away a post as he went, and thundered up the road out of sight and hearing. When he was surely gone, Nannie kept cautiously out of the range of the infuriated bees, crouching low among the peas, currant bushes, and raspberry canes, creeping as fast as possible to- ward the house. Last she stole through a high cdvert of artichokes, beyond which the bees were not circling. She ran indoors and upstairs, where her grandmother, awakened from her after- noon sleep by the roaring of the bull, was standing at the window, speechless with wrath at the destruction which had been wrought among the bees and gar- den products, and little did she dream of the peril from which Nannie had just escaped. Only after a wild burst of tears was the poor, frightened girl able to recount the danger that had befallen her, and her fortunate escape by
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