. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. 678 THE AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. Oct. 28, my yard nuclei. I went immediately to the house nuclei, feel- ing sure that nothing worse could have befallen them ; but imagine my surprise, upon finding the entrance most crowded with dead bees—h(A, yes, hot as could be, smothering to death. I then slid the top back far enough to give them one-eighth inch air-space, and then procured a pail and threw a little cold water in at the entrance of each. The next evening they were also placed on stands in the yard. I found, upon opening, that two-thirds of the bees ha
. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. 678 THE AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. Oct. 28, my yard nuclei. I went immediately to the house nuclei, feel- ing sure that nothing worse could have befallen them ; but imagine my surprise, upon finding the entrance most crowded with dead bees—h(A, yes, hot as could be, smothering to death. I then slid the top back far enough to give them one-eighth inch air-space, and then procured a pail and threw a little cold water in at the entrance of each. The next evening they were also placed on stands in the yard. I found, upon opening, that two-thirds of the bees had smothered to death. The entrances then were fixt as in the case of the first two, and fresh bees shaken into almost all of the five; and the morning following cells were inserted in each of them. Some one's ready to ask, " What about the robber bees ? How did you keep them from ruining your nuclei ?" The bees could find plenty to do elsewhere. That's all that kept them from winding up In a tale of empty combs. When the young queens began to lay, I exchanged places with the older ones (somewhat progressive, you see), taking the old queens from the stronger colonies, thereby breaking up the swarming desire of those colonies for the season. Extracting then followed at intervals of every two weeks, but nothing of particular noie occurred in that line till along in July, when I was extracting for the last time, from the last colony, in the last hour of the day, and assisted by the second to last choice for help. My big, broad-faced brother, the as- sistant, who could not for a moment think of exposing his countenance to the merry punctures of the bee, insisted on the use of the veil (the only veil, too !) himself. I readily con- sented, resolving to stand by the smoker for protection. We did exceedingly well, I might say, till we came to the above colony, when my brother approacht, pulled up the top about three inches (it being a Simplicity), when from his grasp it sli
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