Gleanings in bee culture . n the subject. One woman went with her husband tolook over the bees on a hot summer had on a thick coat, gloves, and veil toprotect him from stings, while she walkedaround fearlessly with bare liands andarms. Still another woman, the mother of fivesmall children, I found helping her grand-father, who was eighty-three years of age,and nearh blind, caring for a large j^ardof bees. With me she looked through theentire yard to find any diseased told me she was in perfect health, andenjoyed the outdoor life. An inspector has many opportunities toreceiv
Gleanings in bee culture . n the subject. One woman went with her husband tolook over the bees on a hot summer had on a thick coat, gloves, and veil toprotect him from stings, while she walkedaround fearlessly with bare liands andarms. Still another woman, the mother of fivesmall children, I found helping her grand-father, who was eighty-three years of age,and nearh blind, caring for a large j^ardof bees. With me she looked through theentire yard to find any diseased told me she was in perfect health, andenjoyed the outdoor life. An inspector has many opportunities toreceive as well as to give instructions. Ingoing around among all sorts of beekeep-ers he finds many persons who excite hisl^ity or sympathy. One of these, an oldman with a farm and a few bees, appearedfeeble, and had but one hand. I have seenmany one-armed people, but never beforeone that appealed to me as he did. Howcould he care for his bees with but onehand? I often find myself wishing I hadthree when I am working with iieekopping as taught in some of the rural schools of England. JANUARY 1, 1913 One woman whose bees I went to inspectlived in an old honse. Her clothes were inrags, and were thrown carelessly upon herperson. Her house was in the utmost dis-order. She seemed to think I had somesinister motive in asking her name, andwould not tell me. I have since wonderedif some Christian woman could not go toher, carrying some of the comforts of life,and take her hand and tell her that thegood Lord loves and cares for her, andbring some light, cheer, and hope into herdesolate abode. And yet another. His neighbor carriedme over to see him, and told me on the waythat he was somewhat cranky. On reach-ing the place he introduced me to him. Ioffered him my hand, which he refused,saying, as he drew back, I dont know3^ou, sir. As I looked into his face andsaw the wild, strange exj^ression, I recog-nized that he was insane. Yet he was liv-ing alone, caring for himself. He had agood
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