The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-06-26

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DfDS'T HIVE THEM.-Once upon q time,
the proper phrase TO be begina story we
believe, or It may have been twice upon
two times, a gentleman WHO does business
in the city, but whose rural domlciliary
habitatlon stands out In bold relief on the
plains OF Edgington Lancer more classical.
~ speaking "Mud Lane" had great trout
Bile In hiving his bees, the honeyed insects
having o decided penchant for wasting
their sweetness on the desert air, and
wandering after strange gods upon whom
they lavished their nectarine sweets. The
nomadic instinct OF the bee has 10 be
carefully watched, else some time they fly
awayand leavetenantless the honest hives
OF their foreiathors, To guard against
such an immigration, and TO prevent an
exodus which would paralyze the honey
industry OF the Aforesaid farm, the bu.
collie husbandman hired hand to convey
the bees to their hives. But the bees, like
some eCcentrlchuman beings, wereopposed
to changing their vitreous Indications.
New hives had been made, and the winged
workers did not like TO give up the old for
the new, and persisted In flying back TO
the old hives, the scenes Of their former
labors, Joys, sorrow aud disappointnents.
Recently a swarm OF this determined army
settled on q tree In front Of the house, aud
as the hired man was not present 10 charm
the bees into their proper abode, the
pseudo farmer attempted tho work, fear
ing that before the expert could be sum.
mOned the bees would take the wings OF
the morning and Fly unto the uttermost
parts Of the earth. He arrayed himself
for the fray, and when emerging from the
house looked more like theYeie1 Prophet,
or perhaps resem6led cross between a
mailed warrior and u blanketed Indian
brave. Gum boots were drawn over his
shoes, but he failed TO stuff his pants into
his boot tops, which Is the sequel 10 our
tale OF woe. His hands were protected by
pair OF thick socks, and decorated with
two or three thicknesses Of mosquito bar
he sailed forth warrior bold 10 hive the
bees.
Nothing succeeds like success, and
nothing is so disastrous sometimes as fail.
ure. The "bee charmer' commenced OPP
crations and warbled forth come
where my love lies dreaming" the en-
chanting strains Of which succeeded in
stirring up the swarm to that extent as
does n fragment OF Little Buttercup" de.
moralize select circle Of critics. The bee
Charmer's line OF defense was not clearly
marked out, hence the furious assault that
followed the concluding strains OF the
ditty, compelled him TO bring up his re-
serve force supporting Sorosis battery,
otherwise known as broom. The over
whelming numbers swarmed around the
front aud rear OF the enemy, and worried
him by enflading fires. With one sweep
OF the Sorosis battery the branches were
cleaned, and the bees waged the battle
with deadly intent. After desultory at.
tack, there was cessation Of Eostilities
This BODIED no good to the Charmer, who
stood breathless waiting the next
move. The bees held short
consultation on the absence Of
their Queen. Where was she? A spy
was sent out and returned with the infof
nation that she was perched on the
Charmer's boot tops waiting reinforce
ments. There was only one thing 10 do
for the bees have a rule that wherever the
Queen goes, there will the rest follow her
There was u buzzing Of wings and hur.
ried falling into line, and the command
WIS given 10 advance, and nearly the whole
line emigrated up the Charmer's pants leg
with the regularity and precision Of Sun
day School children marching 10 picnic
These were exciting times, in fact, it was
very warm just then for the man who
sought to swarm these bees. He thought
it was time to do something, but just what
to do he didn't know. He imagined his
leg was piece Of muslin, and thata seam
was being sewed up on sewing machine
for the 'lord OF the unerring bow" never
sent shafts SO true as did those merciles:
stngers, who priCked his cuticle without
Ceasing. But matters finally came TO ar
end, and after the Savage onslaught Of the
bees was over, the victim limped home
where sweet oil eased the pain and sooth
ed to slumber the wounded warrior. The
summer will pass away and another come
and the bees swarm again, but that mar
will sooner be caught rObbing a birds nest
than try to hive them.