The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-10-15
HOW-DOTH'S REVENGE.
The Little Busy Bee Improves Several
Shining Hours to Get Even.

! The Little Busy Bee Improves SeVera
Shining Hours to Get Even.
Charlie Bender, Jimmy Flood ant
! Billy Town, three youngsters ranging
| from nine to twelve years Of age, wen
bumble-bee hunting Sunday morning
and they would probably be in the trai
| yet had not a rescue party relieved
! them Just at shutdown. When succol
arrived the three hunters were be
camped In the corn shucks in the mid
die Of big field. Just how many bees
were in that field will never be known
The boys made the conservative estl-
mate Of million and the rescue party
was sure there must have been three or
four anyhow.
'Oh, 1t was great" confided Jimmy
Flood through pulled lips, while his
eyes looked as though they might have
swelled from laughing too much II
must have been very enjoyable day
all round. The boys say they liked It,
while even after sundown the bees were
still buzzing their happiness.
The three youngsters live on the
Brownsboro road just where 1t Joins
Mellwood avenue. For a year they
have been make-beieve train robbers
Indians. savages, cowboys and Chinese
Boxers together On Saturday they
We're Chinese Boxers. Sunday morning
they desired to change into big game
hunters. Beyond English sparrows,
toads or electric light bugs there is no
very big game to be found in the
neighborhood of Mellwood avenue.
The hunters determined to go into far
country, beyond the reeking confines of
Beargrass creek, and there, In his ma
tive wilds, seek the humble bee.
1t was about seven o'clock in the
morning when they started. Each car
ried light heart, a big paddle and all
the grocery string and bent pins he
could find. The route was out the
Brownsboro road. They walked for
what seemed hours, until the lane lead
ing to Clifton Heights was reached
That is about two miles from Nell
wood avenue. This lane looked dark
enough to hold even a ra bbit or q squir-
rel, and up 1t the hunters strobe. BY
and by they reached a field in which
We're a large number of fresh-cut corn
stalks
That's the kind of place elephants
choose" said Jimmy Flood. Lets go
in here"
Armed with the paddles, the boys
climbed the fence.
Good place for humble bees" sug-
gested the more practical Charlie Ben
der, and as he said it a big black and
gold bee rose from a bunch of dead
looking grass and buzzed lazily away
One humble bee at hand was worth a
hundred elephants In the future, and
the hunters instantly became alert
With paddles gripped in their hands,
they moved cautiously toward that bit
of dead-looking grass. They saw it
was a sort of a nest and paused to re-
you hit first, Jimmy" said Charlie
Bender.
''Naw-yous the oldes', you hit" re-
piled Jimmy, who would not go behind
the rule of seniority. Billy Town
agreed with him.
Charlie Bender raised his paddle.
cit ready to run, you fellers."
The others were not only ready, but
they were several feet away. Down
came Charles paddle. The grass part
ed. A black and gold writhng,
squirming, buzzing, something came to
view, Dropping his paddle, Charlie
Bender diyed for u corn stalk. His !
were already hidden The
bees were close behind, Charlie |
hought there We're hundred, and they |
III went right into the corn stack with !