New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1853-11-04

But. about hunting bees. Venision informed
me that here was the spot where ne shoam "!
'em-that he didn't know nothing aoou. nls
luck = that " bees was the knpwinges. CRITTERS
al;ya,-tbat tbev lived in the e holler trees, all
aronnd MS, ne said " they had queens to gov
ern ,em that they had &c workers and drones
~that 60 everything about em was done just so,
and If any Of 'em broke the laws they just
killed em, and pitched 'em overheard This,
he said, he had seed himself; he had seen
regular bee funeral" He "seed, once, four
bees Juggling at dead body, drawing it on the
back, when they throw'd it out of the hive and
covered it over with dirt" And then, they
have wars he says, and g gen rails, aud
captins," and sogers," and" go out Alright
ing, and a-stealng honey )" they are . Known
critters, and there is no telling nothing about
EN-"
Venison took the little boz he had brought
with him, which was filled with honey, and,
opening its lid, placed it on a stump. He then
rambled around the wood until he found a
lingering flower that had escaped the frost, with
honey bee upon it. This he picked, bee and
all, and placed on the honey. Soon, the bee
rose in circles, winding high in the air, and sud-
denly turning right angle, he shot away out
of sight.
"Where has he gone - inquired l.
sGone hum where he lives answered Veni-
son, 6 to unload his thighs and tell the news
In q few moments, three bees returned, filed
themselves, and departed then six /; then
dozen, until black line was formed, along
which they were rushing both ways, empty and
laden, one end of which was lost in the forest.
Veuison and myself then started On trot,
with our eyes upward, to follow this living line;
and after having proceeded quarter of a mile
it became so confused and scattered that we
gave ii up, and returned.
"What now - Inquired.
ssIll have 'em FIJI have 'em!" he replied
ssThey can't cheat old Venlson. I've hunted
the critters more nor forty years, and | alters
takes 'em when tries. I'll draw a couple of
more sights on EN-"
Venison took two pieces more Of honey, and
placed one on each side of his box. The bees
followed him and commenced their work Very
soon, instead of one, he had three lines estab-
lished, his line Of honey forming the base of n
triangle, while the bees were all rushing to its
point, on each side of this triangle through its
middle.
This, of course, was demonstration. Veni-
son and myself followed up again, and, sure
enough, we " had em," as he predicted. There
they were, roaring in the top of great oak
like thunder, coming in and going out, wheel
ing up and down through the air as though
some great celebration was going on. 1t seemed
that the whole hive of workers must have broken
forth to capture and carry away Venison's honey
box.
T.
ssSome folks they will, he replied ssIf they
hate a man they'll follow him mile; and no
body knows who they hate and who they don't
until they're tried"
'sWhere's the honey 4" inquired again
swell, that's the next thing I'm arter;" and
Venison put his ear to the trunk of the tree to
ascertain in what part of it they were a. work.
in'.' He listened awhile, but G they warn't low
down, he knowd, for he didn't hear em hum
MINI He thought the honey was scout the
way, high up somewhere" So, at the tree he
went with his ak, and in half an hour Ne old
oak-older, probably, than any man on the
globe--came down with a crash that reused up
all the echoes of the wilderness.
Upon an examination, the honey was, proba-
bly,, yenison thought, packed away in a hollow
of the tree, about fifty feet from the ground, as
large knot-hole was discerned, out of which
the bees were streaming in great CONSERVATION.
So, he severed the trunk again, at the bottom of
the hollow, and there it was, great flakes, piled
one upon another, some of which had been broken
by the fall of the tree, and were dripping and
oozing out their wild richness
"That's the raal stuff exclaimed Venison;
g something sides bee Bread
Venison had brought nothing with him to hold
his honey, and | was a little curious to know
how he would manage. He cut the tree again /
above the knot. During his labor the bees had
settled all over him. His hands, face and hair
were filled, besides q circle Of them that were
angrily wheeling about his head. But he needed
them not, except by an occasional shake, which
was significant Of pity rather than rage.
"Now," said Venison, when his work was fin
lshed, the tree cut, the knot hole stopped and
the whole turned upside down, that's what |
call nat'ral beehive, and well Just stuff in a
little dry grass on the top, and then I'll be
ready to move"
Novel" | exclaimed "move!" You don't
expect sce will carry home tree, do you %
"Two or three on EN-, l spect Venison
alters gets as much as that
Venison was right. Before noon half dozen
hives were captured and ready for removal [
confess after the excitement was over that be-
gan to grow quite serious over my forenoon's Ia
Dor. sat down to rest myself, and the very
solemnity of the wilderness produced a sober
train OF thought. A southwest breeze sprapr
up, loaded with the dying breath of fall flowers
1t was blowing down the leaves around me, and
piling them up in gorgeous drifts Like an I'M
dertaker around the remains Of the dead, il
was quietly tearing down the drapery, and pre-
pairing the year for its burial A haze over
spread every thing, and the distance was mel
low, the objects indstinct, and the whole land
scape seemed swimming, as we sometimcs see il
in a dream. The trees were covered with haze
and canoe, on its way down, appeared to be
hung up in the air; the birds were hazy; and
looking about me, l appeared to be sitting in
81, 'NHN Va n"eS, ihe s4uirfels were clatter-
ing through the trees, and throwing down the
nuts; the partrlages We're drumming; the rab-
DTS rustnng through the dry leaves; the water
fowl hurrying through the air; and the crick-
ets, t9ose melancholy musicians, were piping
low, dirge-like strain to the golden hours of au-
tumn as they passed away. tKnickerbocker
Magazine.
NATURES FALL. FASHIONS are out-tbe
sylvan fashions for the fall are out in all their
variety and glory, and the drapery of the forest,
dyed by the Creator, shines in the richness of
its tinges the fabrics dyed by the hands of man
chemistry cannot produce, with all its SO trans
hitting magic" such show of assorted oolors
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