The Baltimore County union., 1886-07-03
The Summer Tourist and the Bee.-Mr.

Inc IOuTlSU anu Gu0 D60s-nlT.
Jimbrewer, of the Sunday Ne,os, who once or
twice during the summer takes out to Snake
Hollow, on the Frederick road, thinks he knows
all about summer touring. For example we quote
the following from his issue of June 9th "This
is the season when the busy little bee in the secu
sion of his rural home gets out his razor hone and
sharpens up his stinger, to be ready for the sum-
mer tourist form the city. To the naked eye the
sword of the tiny tOier of the hive appears as
fine, smooth, slender point, as delicate as CAM
brio needle. But it isn't anything of the kind
Look at it under microscope and you will see
double edged cross-cut saw, tapering to point
and with teeth all turned backward. Ask fell
low-b being who has unexpectedly bumped up
againt bee as to which is the correct picture,
and the chances that he will tell you that even
the microscope does not do the subject justice and
is not powerful enough to disclose all the machn-
cry of deviltry in bees stinger.
"a word of warning to those who are contem-
plating pastoral excursion will not be amiss.-
There are bees and bees. When you are lying
under a spreading tree some sunny afternoon and
hear something like this-Rum bedy, bum, bum,
bum, buz-z-z buzz.z, buz-z-z-just lie right still
and you may see big field bee, wearing Lord
Baltimore's orange and black, light lovingly upon
a clover blossom near by, and, after slipping his
fill, drift off down along the fence in search OF
another draught Don't attempt to be friendly
with MN d6n try TO snake nands WIN Nun lie
is usually ike your Engl1sn tourlst-doesnt want
to make friends while travelling. Don't throw
your hat at him, either, or you may rupture the
entente cordiale and your pleasure for the day will
be promptly terminated in one bawl and home
run. Big humble bee having gone off, you per-
haps resume your reading and for little while
hear nothing, so absorbed are you, but the soft
rustic of the leaves and the faint whispering
of the grass as the wind touches them. Suddenly
Biz, biz, biz, rum, rum rum, biz-z z-z. Nov
you need all your nerve. One of those active
workers from an apiary is Shocking for fine clover
blossom that he spotted on his morning excursion,
and on which you are sitting. He is much more
obtrusive than his predecessor and describes circle
after circle around you, coming unpleasanty near
your ears several times Than he stops his mad
waltz, and taking position rigL in front of and
on line with your eyes, begins jig. Rum, bum,
rumpety bum, biz biz, biz, he keeps it up. He
has been there quarter of a minute, but it seems
almost like quarter of an hour. You lose your
grit; off comes your hat, and whack you miss
him. Then-biz-z.z bip and he strikes you
fairly between the eyes and you rise and swear,
and make break for the creek to get wet clay to
put on the place, while your conqueror settles
down on the crushed clover bloom and has good
time. If you had held your nerve and been as
quiet as a wooden Indian, you wouldn't have been
stung-perhaps. But bees aren't nice; they are
SO unsocable. 1t doesn't matter whether one sits
down on you or you sit down on him, the result
is equally uncomfortable and informal"