The whole procession made for the extracting-house, and all work stopped at its approach. The great centrifugal machine ceased its humming. The doors of the packing-room were closed, shutting as the din4 of saw and hammer. Over the stone floor in front of the furnace—where a big caldron of metheglin was simmering—a carpet was hastily unrolled, and a comfortable couch brought out and set close to the cheery blaze.
And now the strangest part of the proceedings5 commenced. The old gentleman was brought in, partially6 disrobed, and transferred to the couch by the fireside. He seemed in great trepidation7 about something. He kept his gold eyeglasses turned on the bee-master, watching him with a sort of terrified wonder, as the old bee-man produced a mysterious box, with a lid of perforated zinc8, and laid it on the table close by. From my corner the whole scene was strongly reminiscent of the ogre’s kitchen in the fairy-tale; and the muffled9 sounds from the packing-room might have been the voice of the ogre himself, complaining at the lateness of his dinner.
Now, at a word from the black-coated man, the bee-master opened his box. A loud angry buzzing uprose, and about a dozen bees escaped into the air, and flew straight for the window-glass. The bee-master followed them, took one carefully by the wings, and brought it over to the old gentleman. His apprehensions10 visibly redoubled. The doctor seized him in an iron, professional grip.
“Just here, I think. Close under the shoulder-blade. Now, your lordship . . . ”
Viciously the infuriated bee struck home. For eight or ten seconds she worked her wicked will on the patient. Then, turning round and round, she at last drew out her sting, and darted11 back to the window.
But the bee-master was ready with another of his living stilettos. Half a dozen times the operation was repeated on various parts of the suffering patient’s body. Then the old gentleman—who, by this time, had passed from whimpering through the various stages of growing indignation to sheer undisguised profanity—was restored to his apparel. The procession was re-formed, and the bee-master conducted it to the waiting carriage, with the same ceremony as before.
As we stood looking after the retreating vehicle, the old bee-man entered into explanations.
“That,” said he, “is Lord H—, and he has been a martyr12 to rheumatism13 these ten years back. I could have cured him long ago if he had only come to me before, as I have done many a poor soul in these parts; but he, and those like him, are the last to hear of the physician in the hive. He will begin to get better now, as you will see. He is to be brought here every fortnight; but in a month or two he will not need the chair. And before the winter is out he will walk again as well as the best of us.”
We went slowly back through the bee-farm. The working-song of the bees seemed as loud as ever in the keen October sunshine. But the steady deep note of summer was gone; and the peculiar14 bee-voice of autumn—shrill, anxious, almost vindictive—rang out on every side.
“Of course,” continued the bee-master, “there is nothing new in this treatment of rheumatism by bee-stings. It is literally15 as old as the hills. Every bee-keeper for the last two thousand years has known of it. But it is as much as a preventive as a cure that the acid in a bee’s sting is valuable. The rarest thing in the world is to find a bee-keeper suffering from rheumatism. And if every one kept bees, and got stung occasionally, the doctors would soon have one ailment16 the less to trouble about.”
“But,” he went on, “there is something much pleasanter and more valuable to humanity, ill or well, to be got from the hives. And that is the honey itself. Honey is good for old and young. If mothers were wise they would never give their children any other sweet food. Pure ripe honey is sugar with the most difficult and most important part of digestion17 already accomplished18 by the bees. Moreover, it is a safe and very gentle laxative. And probably, before each comb-cell is sealed up, the bee injects a drop of acid from her sting. Anyway, honey has a distinct aseptic property. That is why it is so good for sore throats or chafed19 skins.”
We had got back to the extracting house, where the great caldron of metheglin was still bubbling over the fire. The old bee-keeper relieved himself of his stiff Sunday coat, donned his white linen20 overalls21, and fell to skimming the pot.
“There is another use,” said he, after a ruminative22 pause, “to which honey might be put, if only doctors could be induced to seek curative power in ancient homely23 things, as they do with the latest new poisons from Germany. That is in the treatment of obesity24. Fat people, who are ordered to give up sugar, ought to use honey instead. In my time I have persuaded many a one to try it, and the result has always been the same—a steady reduction in weight, and better health all round. Then, again, dyspeptic folk would find most of their troubles vanish if they substituted the already half-digested honey wherever ordinary sugar forms part of their diet. And did you ever try honey to sweeten tea or coffee? Of course, it must be pure, and without any strongly-marked flavour; but no one would ever return to sugar if once good honey had been tried in this way, or in any kind of cookery where sugar is used.”
The bee-master ran his fingers through his hair, of which he had a magnificent iron-grey crop. The fingers were undeniably sticky; but it was an old habit of his, when in thoughtful mood, and the action seemed to remind him of something. His eyes twinkled merrily.
“Now,” said he, “you are a writer for the papers, and you may therefore want to go into the hair-restoring business some day. Well, here is a recipe for you. It is nothing but honey and water, in equal parts, but it is highly recommended by all the ancient writers on beemanship. Have I tried it? Well, no; at least, not intentionally25. But in extracting honey it gets into most places, the hair not excepted. At any rate, honey as a hair-restorer was one of the most famous nostrums26 of the Middle Ages, and may return to popular favour even now. However, here is something there can be no question about.”
He went to a cupboard, and brought out a jar full of a viscid yellow substance.
“This,” he said, “is an embrocation, and it is the finest thing I know for sprains27 and bruises28. It is made of the wax from old combs, dissolved in turpentine, and if we got nothing else from the hives bee-keeping would yet be justified29 as a humanitarian30 calling. Its virtues31 may be in the wax, or they may be due to the turpentine, but probably they lie in another direction altogether. Bees collect a peculiar resinous32 matter from pine trees and elsewhere, with which they varnish33 the whole surface of their combs, and this may be the real curative element in the stuff.”
Now, with a glance at the clock, the bee-master went to the open door and hailed his foreman in from his work about the garden. Between them they lifted away the heavy caldron from the fire, and tilted34 its steaming contents into a barrel close at hand. The whole building filled at once with a sweet penetrating35 odour, which might well have been the concentrated fragrance36 of every summer flower on the countryside.
“But of all the good things given us by the wise physician of the hive,” quoth the old bee-keeper, enthusiastically, “there is nothing so good as well-brewed metheglin. This is just as I have made it for forty years, and as my father made it long before that. Between us we have been brewing37 mead38 for more than a century. It is almost a lost art now; but here in Sussex there are still a few antiquated39 folk who make it, and some, even, who remember the old methers—the ancient cups it used to be quaffed40 from. As an everyday drink for working-men, wholesome41, nourishing, cheering, there is nothing like it in or out of the Empire.”
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