. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 445 bleak desolation wrought by some an- cient cloiid-bnrst, but so gentle a divis- ion of the great, bushed hills that not one rib or scar stands revealed. From base to lower crowns tlie mountains here are rounded, padded, and carpeted by furzy sage aud chaparral, with here and there a glimpse of cool ravines, in which are dark green oaks and silvery-col- umned sycamores. Beyond a grove of steepled eucalypti, set here for bees to forage in the Winter, a charm- ing wooded pass winds up through blossoming olives, and nectarine, pe
. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 445 bleak desolation wrought by some an- cient cloiid-bnrst, but so gentle a divis- ion of the great, bushed hills that not one rib or scar stands revealed. From base to lower crowns tlie mountains here are rounded, padded, and carpeted by furzy sage aud chaparral, with here and there a glimpse of cool ravines, in which are dark green oaks and silvery-col- umned sycamores. Beyond a grove of steepled eucalypti, set here for bees to forage in the Winter, a charm- ing wooded pass winds up through blossoming olives, and nectarine, peach and apple trees, bearing their green burdens of fruit. Behind a hedge of willow, a mountain stream plays a rol- licking tune on the polished white stones of its bed. On its brink, long, yellow-tubed flowers were wet with the spray of its mimic waterfalls. All up the creek and over it, high swinging curtains of wild clematis and honey-suckle dropped their loos- ened petals on sparkling pools and banks of fringed filices. Flame-plumaged birds dived in and out of the branches,caroling vociferously above the petulant peep of their nestlings. On every hillside a galaxy of golden tulips pressed through the tasseled grasses. To the right of the road a rude dwelling was half buried in rank vegetation. Be- side it stood the "Twin Oaks" and their brother trees, under which w^ere several liundred hives, all boiling over with zeal- ous workers. The honey-house at Twin Oaks is set among the thickets of laurel and sumac, whose buds were reddening toward ad- olescence. Inside the building were stacks of framed honey comb against the rough plaster of the wall, and jars of extracted-honey so clear that ordinary print could be easily read through them. All the work of extracting, canning, and the making of foundation, is done in this clean apartment. The room is usually kept darkened, and at a tem- perature of 85 or 90^, so as to hasten the process of ripening the honey. A Bee-Keei
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