. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. Aug. 4, 1904. THE AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 539 c FROM MANY FIELDS 3 Bees Doing Well on Sweet Clover. We have had so much rain so far this season that our bees did compara- tivelj- nothing till sweet clover blos- somed. Now they are doing well. Joseph Chase Co., Kans., July 18. Robbing—Good Honey-Flow. Yesterday I had by accident a serious attempt at robbing in my bee-yard. Thousands of bees had effected an en- trance into the hive before I discovered them. Then I closed every avenue of entrance or exit except a small hole at the entrance of the hi
. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. Aug. 4, 1904. THE AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL. 539 c FROM MANY FIELDS 3 Bees Doing Well on Sweet Clover. We have had so much rain so far this season that our bees did compara- tivelj- nothing till sweet clover blos- somed. Now they are doing well. Joseph Chase Co., Kans., July 18. Robbing—Good Honey-Flow. Yesterday I had by accident a serious attempt at robbing in my bee-yard. Thousands of bees had effected an en- trance into the hive before I discovered them. Then I closed every avenue of entrance or exit except a small hole at the entrance of the hive, and covered and surrounded the hive with cloths saturated with crude carbolic acid. The robbers soon dispersed. Frequent rains are prolonging the honey-flow, which has been very good, although it did not commence quite so early as usual. My colonies are dangerously near numbering 200 at this writing. I have not had so much swarming as I had last season. Edwin Bevins. Decatur Co., Iowa, July 19. Southerner's Sojourn in New York. On April 28, I left Watauga Co., N. C, for the home of James McNeill, of Columbia Co., N. Y., to assist him in apiarian duties for the season. We took the B. ^i E. train at Butler, Tenn., and as we rode down the beau- tiful Watauga, which, in the Indian vernacular, means " Beautiful River " —and beautiful it is—I thought of the times I had slaked my thirst from her fountain-head, and courted pleasure upon her mossy margin. Down we went as the train sped along, and the river leaped over cataract and cliff on her way to the sea. We took the Norfolk & Western at Bristol, Tenn., a bustling little South- ern city just bubbling over with busi- ness. We went by the way of Hager- town and Harrisburg, arriving at Mr. McNeill's on Saturday, April 30. After an introduction to the family, we re- tired to the kitchen and " satisfied a longfelt ; ? Mr. McNeill is a man of about 55, modest, unassuming, and refined. He never has ha
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