Gleanings in bee culture . because indoors there was a draft, orAvhat people call a draft; but right out-doors, say on top of a hill, there is abso-lutely no such thing as Avhat people call adraft. I can remember the time Avlien doe-tors told their patients that the night airAvas bad and unwholesome, and advisedthem to shut every door and Avindow. have a few times been obliged to sleep inrooms Avith every door and Avindow closedbecause the other occupants of the roomcould not stand a bit of diaft; and it AvasdoAvn in Florida, too, but it Avas years haAo been in church Avhen the doo
Gleanings in bee culture . because indoors there was a draft, orAvhat people call a draft; but right out-doors, say on top of a hill, there is abso-lutely no such thing as Avhat people call adraft. I can remember the time Avlien doe-tors told their patients that the night airAvas bad and unwholesome, and advisedthem to shut every door and Avindow. have a few times been obliged to sleep inrooms Avith every door and Avindow closedbecause the other occupants of the roomcould not stand a bit of diaft; and it AvasdoAvn in Florida, too, but it Avas years haAo been in church Avhen the doors andAvindoAvs Avere all shut tight because someold granny couldnt stand the , the Avhole Avide Avorld is gettingwise, at least I hope so, on the importanceof outdoor air. Does some one say, *I llionglit by tlieheading that this was going to be a fhickenstory ? Well, friends, lAve have .iu.*;! uot tothe point. I have been telling you all alongabout the Lady Eglantine chickens. Well, 878 GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. M3 outdoor slccpiiis-pircli when the hot weatlier began to come on,they protested against being obliged tosleep in the little poultry-honse you see inthe picture. They wanted to climb upamong the evergreen and maple trees; andsome of the enterprising pullets did getaway up in the tree-tops. 1 finally caughtthem and clipped one wing close, besidesclipping the lower branches of the trees, sothat the fowls could not roost any more inthe tree-tops. Then they got on top oftheir domicil, and looked so longingly fora branch of a tree that they could reach inspite of the clipped wing that I felt sorryfor them. I nailed a pole across just highenough to enable them to hop up on it; andone dark night when they had settled downfor their snooze in the open air, Huber, bymeans of a flash-liglit, photograjahed thewhole happy family. The big rooster,four and a half montlis old, evidently didnot wake up. of the younger pulletsopened their eyes, as you see. Now, friends
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