. Outing. wow LLED ROSS. A GOOD SIXTY POUND. blows. A slow, rending groan; a tot-tering moment; the men leaped to safety ;and the old tree reluctantly bowed lowerand then leaped headlong among thesmaller trees over which it had so longbeen lord. We ran forward. Bob wasstuffing a handful of leaves into the gate-way of the honey. Tie this around the bottom of yourpants, he shouted, handing me somepieces of twine. For the puzzled bees, it appeared, areprone, in this emergency, to crawl ratherthan fly. I could see a number of themmoving about the bark, wondering, nodoubt, in a sort of stupid honey
. Outing. wow LLED ROSS. A GOOD SIXTY POUND. blows. A slow, rending groan; a tot-tering moment; the men leaped to safety ;and the old tree reluctantly bowed lowerand then leaped headlong among thesmaller trees over which it had so longbeen lord. We ran forward. Bob wasstuffing a handful of leaves into the gate-way of the honey. Tie this around the bottom of yourpants, he shouted, handing me somepieces of twine. For the puzzled bees, it appeared, areprone, in this emergency, to crawl ratherthan fly. I could see a number of themmoving about the bark, wondering, nodoubt, in a sort of stupid honey-drunken-ness, what catastrophe had come uponthem. One was creeping along the backof Bobs hand. He paid no attentionto it. With saw and ax the men worked fastto cut out a slab from the trunk andgain easy access to the honey. And soon—gently, in order that no dirt mightdrop within—they lifted out the sectionand disclosed the black cavity. Thou-sands of bees emerged—some flying, butmost of them crawlin
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