The Savannah morning news., 1901-07-27

two holiday fishermen earnestly dis
cussed the plan of battle.
You get a nail key, finally said the
farmer to the hired man. and his tone
was that of a man who had solved a
difficult problem. So commanding was
the tone that the hired man obeyed
with alacrity, and few minutes later
he returned with a battered nail key.
Now, I'll stand Under the tree. You
hit it easy, not hard, mind you, and
few of the bees will tumble off. Then
you hit it again and a few more will
fall. Then when they see the nice
cosey quarters of their companions
they'll all come, and all we'll have TO
do will be to carry them home"
Carey took his position under the
tree. The hired man secured his pole
and raised it for the gentle tap, when
one of the guards of the pesky army
stung him on the neck. The pole came
down with a resounding whack. There
could be no doubt about the bees be-
ing startled. In an instant they were
swarming about the truck farmer. He
stood perfectly still. Maybe it was
fright, or it may have been what he
| claims rare presence of mind.
Then came his awful experience. AS
| the bees recovered from the shock they
| naturally hooked for place to swarm.
One of them alighted on the farmer,
then another, and in a few seconds
| Carey thought that every bee in the
| universe was hivinga on his face. Only
by batting his eyes constantly could he
keep them from settling on the lids.
One or two started UP his nostrils,
but he began to breathe through his
| nose, and they evidently found hot air
| disagreeable.
His predicament was serious. He
knew that if he moved all would be
lost, and that a thousand "stingers"
would find a resting place in his face.
But it was impossible for him to re-
main forever in his present position,
| and he cautiously stuck out one foot,
| just a few inches, but he felt as if he
had new lease on life when he found
that the bees did not resent it, He
was about two blocks from the end of
Fountain Ferry Park line, and 1t took
| him an hour to traverse the distance.
| There. were many. steps, for the bees
| often. became restless -,r-. -, 49,
| When he reached the track AGAR was
waiting to begin the journey toward
the city There were several passen-
| gers on board. One of them saw the
farmer threw up his hands; and at
the top of his voice yelled, Smallpox"
The other passengers, the motorman
and the conductor saw the man ad-
vancing, and there was a panic. They
fell over one another to get to safe
distance,
Carey was in an awful fix. He could
not move a muscle on his face, but
he longed to laugh when he saw the
CONSERVATION that he caused, and yet
he could not open his lips to tell of
his predicament. Possibly the hap
piest moment of his life was when he
saw the hired man coming with the
old nail keg. .r
The assistant truck farmer had pos
sessed more discretion than valor, and
when he struck the bough and heard
the buzzing of the bees he ran away.
But he overcame his fear, and. pick
ing up the key, went to his employers
assistance. The farmer beckoned for
him to hold the key under his bowed
head. Then, he shook himself gently at
first and then more sforcibly, and
finally every bee was safely trans
ferred to the keg. He tied his waist
coat over the open end and trudged
homeward the proud possessor of a
hive of bees. s. .
Funny" he remarked to the hired
man. when the first bee hit me /
thought of story l. heard when l
was a boy. I used to hear that If a
snake or a bee got after you all you
had to do was to stand still and they'd
think you were tree or something,
and wouldn't hurt YOU" =.