“There must be half a square mile of basswood trees,” said Bob. “So we’d have a double chance, if the berries failed.”
“Yes, and the best is that there’s a road going to the place,” Carl added. “The old lumber2 road I told you about. It comes out on the road to Morton, a mile or so from here. It would only need a day or two with an ax to clear it out for a wagon3 to pass.”
“This yard is certainly getting crowded,” said Alice, thoughtfully. “With all the new swarms6, we’ll have over two hundred colonies soon, and a hundred is as many as most locations will support. But what about the expense of moving? It would cost six dollars a day to get a team from Morton, and we’d have to build a honey-house there, too.”
“I believe it would pay us even if it cost a hundred dollars,” said Carl. “But I suppose we can’t do anything till some one goes to Morton and gets Mr. Farr’s permission to move them. The mortgage says they’re not to be moved without permission.”
This was undoubtedly7 the case, and, as none of them had time to go to the village just then, the matter was dropped temporarily. But new events speedily made it a live issue again.
A little warm rain fell in the afternoon, and next morning the honey-flow, which had been failing, began again profusely8. And then, suddenly, a riot of swarming9 broke out among the bees.
A slow, light honey-flow always induces more swarming than a heavy one, and Alice had been nervous about the matter for some days. On this morning she went out with Carl to examine a few of the hives, and in the very first they found what they had feared to find—a cluster of the peanut-shaped queen-cells. They were not quite sealed, but would have been finished the next day, and the colony would have swarmed10.
Carl cut them all out. This treatment usually delays swarming at any rate for a week, till the colony can raise a fresh batch11 of cells. But occasionally, when they have the swarming fever badly, they will swarm5, cells or not, and it is, moreover, very difficult to make sure of destroying every cell on ten combs swarming with bees.
The next colony had three heavy supers of honey piled on top of the brood-chamber, and when they got down to it at last they found no signs of swarming. But the third colony had cells just started.
Growing uneasy, they went to look at the hive where the three-dollar queen had been placed. They could not afford to let that queen lead her bees away to the woods, but there was not much danger of it, for a queen less than a year old seldom swarms.
But on opening the hive they found the brood-combs choked with honey, few eggs laid, and swarming cells well under way.
“Why, this queen must be no good!” exclaimed Carl.
“No, it isn’t that,” replied Alice. “But a queen never lays well just after she’s come out of the mailing-cage, and the bees have got ahead of her and filled up the combs with honey where the brood should be. The poor queen has no room left to lay in; she feels crowded and that’s what gave them the idea of swarming.”
It was lucky they had discovered it in time. They cut out the incipient12 queen-cells, gave empty combs, and felt sure that they had made the colony safe. They were just proceeding13 to another of the colonies where one of the new queens was, when, with a loud roaring, a storm of bees began to volley out of a hive at the farthest end of the yard.
They surged about wildly in the air for some time, and then settled in a cluster on the tip of a small cedar14 where swarms had alighted several times before. Alice kept an eye on them, while Carl hurried off to the barn for fresh hives.
Before he could get back another swarm roared out of a second hive, eddied16 about like a cloud of smoke, and finally settled. And then a third hive swarmed.
When bees are in the mood for it, the flying of a single swarm will sometimes start a perfect uproar17 of swarming throughout an apiary, and colonies will become carried away by the excitement and swarm without being normally ready for it. That seemed to be the case this time. Bob came running out to help, but a fourth swarm was already in the air. Then came two more, which united and settled in one enormous cluster, the size of a large bucket. Bees fairly darkened the air; the apiarists lost track of how many swarms were out or where they came from, and the noise was like a small tornado19.
The three rushed about frantically20, gathering21 up such clustered swarms as they could most easily reach, and Bob was instructed to dash a dipperful of water right into the top of every colony that might be likely to abscond22. Such a drenching23 is an effectual check to swarming for that day at any rate and does the bees no harm.
This vigorous treatment produced some quiet. No more swarms had emerged for about fifteen minutes, when the familiar crescendo24 roar sounded again, and Bob uttered a despairing yell. From the three-dollar queen’s colony the bees were pouring out like steam from an escape-valve.
Bob rushed up and dashed water into the entrance; Carl poured in a volume of smoke, but nothing could stop them. There was already an enormous cloud of bees circling over the hive, and the only thing now was to wait till they had clustered. But they did not seem inclined to cluster. The swarm drifted about uncertainly, here and there, now high, now low, and finally began to edge toward the river.
Expecting that they would settle on the willows26 by the water, the three apiarists followed it anxiously. But it did not settle. It went over the trees, and out above the stream.
“They’re going across! They’re making straight for the woods!” cried Alice. “That queen is lost!”
“No, they’ll surely cluster a little further on,” Bob exclaimed. “I’m going to follow them up. We can’t lose that queen. I’ll bring them back.”
He snatched up a grain sack that they had already been using in collecting swarms, jumped into the boat and rowed himself across the river.
The runaways28 did not travel very fast, and he could see the swarm gyrating and drifting like a cloud of smoke over the trees. But it moved too fast for him to keep up with it over that rough ground. He kept it in sight for nearly a quarter of a mile, and then it faded like mist into the sky.
It might be that the bees had already selected some hollow tree for their new home, and had gone straight to it without clustering. This sometimes happens, but very rarely; a swarm almost always settles and hangs for some time, probably as a means of getting its force together, ready for the final journey, and Bob felt sure that this swarm would sooner or later settle on a branch.
He kept on, therefore, scrutinizing29 the trees carefully for a pendant brown bunch. No such thing appeared, and though he stopped and listened at every few rods he did not hear the humming drone that a swarm keeps up for some time after it has settled.
He lost count of distance, stumbling along with his eyes in the air, but he must have gone a mile from the apiary when he was stopped by a savage30, guttural grunt31, apparently32 close by. Just ahead of him was a dense33 clump34 of willows and alders35 fringing a small stream, and as he gazed, he thought he saw the dim outline of an animal through the shrubbery, something large and tall like a buck18.
Anxious to get a look, Bob edged sideways and parted the willows a little. He was thunderstruck to see a bull moose standing36 in the shallow water and glaring at him.
Now he remembered having heard at Morton that moose had lately been seen in this district. At one time they were plentiful37; then for years they had vanished, and were only beginning to reappear as they strayed south from the great game-preserves to the north.
At most times of the year they are exceedingly shy and timid animals, hard to get in view. Bob was amazed that this one had let him come up so close, and he was edging forward to get a better look through the tangle38 of under brush in front of him when the animal charged at him furiously.
He jumped aside, found himself near a low-branched cedar, and scrambled39 up it. He had just time to draw his legs out of reach when the moose crashed into the tree with a force that jarred it to the roots.
When Bob recovered his breath he had time to feel astonished and indignant at this unprovoked attack. Bull moose are sometimes dangerous in the rutting season of autumn, but never in early summer, and the horns of this one had not yet quite outgrown40 their “velvet.”
But he was clearly in a murderous temper. He stamped, tore up the earth and brushes around the cedar, gritted41 his teeth, and cocked his eye upward at the bee-keeper with a baleful glare. Then, all at once, Bob saw what was the matter.
The lower part of the bull’s right shoulder was mangled42 and torn with wounds that were evidently not more than a day or two old. They might have been made by the claws of a bear; more likely by a charge of buckshot. Anyhow, they were enough to account for a good deal of bad temper, for they must have caused intense pain.
But the bull’s hostility43 did not seem to last long. Bob was looking upwards44 to see if he could climb higher in his tree, and when he glanced down again the space beneath him was empty. The moose had slipped silently away into the woods.
Whether he had really fled or was merely hiding in a near-by thicket45 Bob could not tell. He hesitated to come down, and for some minutes he sat dubiously46 in the branches, looking carefully about him for the enemy. Then something caught his eye that gave him a joyful47 surprise.
About twenty yards away there was a great brownish lump clustered at the tip of a low maple48 sapling, which bent49 slightly under the weight. Bob stared at it intently. It was certainly a swarm of bees. It could hardly be any other than the one he was chasing. If it had not been for the bull moose he might not have seen them, for they were aside from the straight line, and so near the ground that an elevated post was needed to distinguish them.
He was desperately50 anxious to secure them now, for there was no telling when they might take wing again. He waited for some ten minutes very impatiently. No sign nor sound came from the moose, and Bob slid to earth and hastened toward the little maple.
The little tree had sagged51 over so that the swarm hung no higher than his shoulders, and it could be captured in the neatest possible manner. He carefully slipped the mouth of his sack over the swarm till the whole cluster was inside. Then he gathered the sack around the branch they hung by, and shook it violently. There was a sudden roar, and a heavy weight dropped into the sack. He had secured all the swarm, except for a few bees that flew about in wild dismay at this disappearance52 of their comrades.
Much elated, Bob turned back toward home. The sack hummed and stirred with the efforts of the angry insects to get out. But he had hardly gone ten yards when something stirred in the underbrush. He stopped, startled. The next instant a fearful bellow53 filled his ears, and the wounded bull burst through a curtain of evergreens54.
Bob turned and ran as fast as he could, still clinging to the sack. Luckily the bull was somewhat lame55 from his wound and not in his regular racing56 form. At is was, Bob was almost run down; he saved himself only by leaping aside and changing his direction. All the time he kept on the lookout57 for a tree that he could climb, and he clung tightly to the sack. He was determined58 not to drop it except as a last resort, for the mouth was not tied, and the bees would escape at once.
The hoofs59 of the bull clattered60 behind him. He dodged61 wildly again, swerved62 behind a tree, and caught sight of a dead hemlock63 trunk that was spiked64 with short branches, and leaned at a decided65 angle.
It was almost as easy to climb as a ladder, and Bob scrambled up to safety, still carrying his swarm.
The bull’s disappointed fury was now uncontrollable. He roared frightfully; his black mane stood stiffly on end, and he gritted and gnashed his teeth. Probably by this time he had got Bob thoroughly66 associated with the pain that he was suffering, and it was too much for him to be twice checked in his revenge.
He reared up with his fore15 feet against the trunk of the hemlock. Then he drew back a few yards and charged into it with such force that, to Bob’s horror, it gave slightly and leaned even farther over than before. Evidently the roots were rotten and held insecurely. It was no place of safety after all.
Again the bull crashed into the trunk, and this time, with an ominous67 creaking, it went over more than a foot.
This result seemed to encourage the bull greatly. He rammed68 his head against the trunk and pushed hard. Bob heard the rotten roots snapping. Pausing now and again to glance up at Bob with what seemed a gleam of savage triumph in his eye, the bull continued to butt69 and push.
Bob clung in his tree panic-stricken, while it swayed over farther and farther. In a few seconds he would surely be hurled70 under the brute’s hoofs. Then it flashed upon him that he had one weapon left, and a terrible one. He disliked to use it, even to save his life, but another charge of the bull, and a heavy lurch71 of the almost uprooted72 tree convinced him that he must not hesitate.
He held the sack directly over the bull’s head, and shook out the swarm. At the same time he ducked quickly, and snatched his coat up to cover his own face.
There was a hissing73 roar as though from a burst steam-pipe, and he felt a dozen burning stings on his hands. Then he heard a sudden, astonished snort from the bull and a sound of furious trampling74.
He ventured to peep through an opening in his coat. The air round him was full of bees, and the bull’s face and head seemed covered with a surging brown mass. Thousands of bees were clinging and stinging pitilessly, while the animal rushed about, fiercely shaking its head and bellowing75 with pain and fury.
Blindly it started to bolt, and collided heavily with a tree. It made a fresh start and splashed into the brook76. From the sounds it seemed to be rolling in the water. Probably it got rid of some of its tormentors in this way, but certainly not of all. It dashed out of the creek77, bolted past Bob’s tree, knots of maddened bees still clinging to its hide, and crashed through the underbrush, straight away into the woods. There was no doubt that it was gone this time, for Bob could hear its smashing rush fully4 half a mile away.
Bob was stung a good deal himself, but this seemed a very light matter. He slipped to the ground and lost no time in finding a safer place, for the air was still full of savagely-excited bees. Here he remained for half an hour, picking the stings out of his skin, and waiting till he considered it safe to go home.
He might as well recover the sack, he thought, before he left, and he went to get it, regretting bitterly the loss of the swarm. No doubt it had saved his life; it could not be helped; but still it was a shame to lose Alice’s three-dollar bee.
But as he approached his former perch78 he was surprised to find that the bees had collected again. Not all of them, indeed; instead of the big swarm, there was now only about a quart of bees in a little bunch on a cedar twig79. But they would hardly have gathered there if the queen had not been with them, and Bob bent over the cluster and looked at it closely.
They had got over their stinging fury now. He was able to scrutinize80 them carefully, and in a few seconds he made out the slender, graceful81 body of the yellow, Italian queen, as she crawled about among her bees. Full of delight, he slipped the sack over it, shook the bees off, and started hastily for home. More than half were lost, to be sure, but he would have sacrificed all the rest of the swarm to have saved the queen.
He reached the river without seeing anything more of the bull, ferried himself across, and went up to the apiary, where Carl and Alice were still working hard.
“I’ve got ’em!” he cried triumphantly82 as he appeared.
“Got them!” his brother exclaimed. “Looks as if they’d got you!”
Bob’s face was indeed a shocking sight. A bee-keeper usually becomes hardened to stings, so that they do not cause swellings; but Bob had not yet become sufficiently83 inoculated84. There were big lumps on his forehead, one eye was nearly closed, his chin was lopsided, and both his hands were somewhat puffed85. But he was highly elated at having recovered the swarm with the valuable queen, which they at once carefully restored to a hive.
“There, old lady!” said Carl, as he saw the yellow queen creep into the hive with her bees, “you’ve had enough wild life now, and you’d better settle down to business.”
Bob gave them a brief account of what had happened, while he helped them sort out the swarms, but in the course of another hour his eye closed so badly that he was obliged to retire to the cabin. Several more swarms had come out while he had been gone, but all of them had been recovered, and by that night they had twenty-eight new colonies more than they had bought.
The apiary was certainly far too crowded, and doubtless there would be still more swarming before the season was over. Some of them ought to be moved to another spot, and the sooner this could be done the better.
The next day was hot and dry. No honey appeared to be coming in, and no swarms went out, and early the following morning Carl paddled the boat down to Morton.
He had no difficulty in securing Mr. Farr’s written consent to moving part of the bees to the new location by the lake. He ordered a two-horse team and hayrack to come out to the apiary the next day, and came home with a roll of wire gauze and several papers of tacks86.
It took a day to clear away the bushes and brush from the old road, but it was ready when the wagon arrived from Morton, and they moved fifty colonies the next night, in two loads. The next morning they moved another load by daylight. It was hard, tedious work to load and unload the heavy hives, and the wagon had to move slowly all the way. It was dangerous work, too; though the entrances of the hives were closed with wire gauze, an aperture87 might develop through which the bees could rush out, and the result would probably be stung horses, a runaway27, and a line of smashed hives scattered88 along the road. One of the boys walked with a lighted smoker89 beside the load all the way, on the watch for possible trouble, and they all breathed much more freely when the hives were off the wagon.
They set them on large stones a few rods back from the water. Later they could make regular stands for them, and before another season, of course, they would have to build a small house for extracting and storing the apparatus90.
For the present they contented91 themselves with a tiny hut no bigger than a piano-case, built of rough logs, in which to store tools and a few frames, extra hives, and odds92 and ends. Most of the colonies in the new yard were old ones that had swarmed and were weak in bees. They would gather no more surplus honey and would need little attention this year, but would build up strong for the next season.
The day of the swarming riot was the last really good day of the raspberry bloom. The effect of the shower had been transient. The weather turned hot and dry. The honey dried up in the flowers, and the discouraged bees worked only for an hour or two early every morning.
“Unless it does, the honey-flow is certainly at an end,” said Carl, anxiously. “The berry bloom won’t last long in this drought and I’m certain there’s nothing like a thousand dollars’ worth of honey in the supers now.”
“No—or five hundred,” added Bob.
In fact, the earliest raspberry blossoms were now replaced by green fruit. If rain should fall in time, the later bloom might last for a week more, and there was the basswood flowering still to come. But the weather remained hot and dry, and there was no dew at night. Alice’s garden withered94, though she watered it every evening. Twice clouds rolled up from the south, and they heard thunder. It must have rained within ten miles, but not a drop fell at the apiary.
“Even half an hour’s shower would mean a couple of days’ honey-flow,” said Bob.
But it did not come. Now and again a little moisture in the air set the bees working for an hour or two, but most of the time they were idle. As usual in a honey dearth95 they became bad-tempered96. Their owners could no longer stroll about among the hives with impunity97. The bees came into the cabin, attracted by one of the pails of candied honey, and would have carried every morsel98 of it away if they had been permitted. Robber bees were prowling about every hive, looking for a chance to steal a little sweet from some careless colony, but every entrance was alive with alert guards, and no bee was allowed to pass in without being examined and smelt99 all over. The robbers did get a foothold in one weak colony, however, and before the apiarists saw it, it was besieged100 by a cloud of bees. They carried it by assault, too, after half an hour’s fighting, killed the defenders101, tore down most of the combs, and carried every drop of the honey away to their own hive.
Then they turned their attention to the hive standing next in the row, but this was a powerful colony, and the raiders got more than they bargained for. In a moment the entrance was covered with knots of furiously-fighting bees. Every robber was pounced102 upon the moment it alighted. The attack was beaten off, and for a time quiet reigned103 in the yard.
Day by day the raspberry bloom vanished, and no fresh buds were opening now. The time came at last when it was entirely104 gone, and all the thickets105 were covered with fruit. The basswood trees were full of buds—but would they yield nectar?
It was the middle of July. In two weeks they must pay five hundred dollars, with interest, and they did not have the money. Unless they could make it, the bees would be taken from them.
“If the basswood only yields as it should we’ll manage it, after all,” said Bob, trying to be optimistic.
Alas106! the basswood flowered in the midst of a hot wave, when the whole land lay baked and panting. The bloom lasted only a day or two, dried up, and withered. Scarcely a bee had touched the blossoms.
The Harmans felt unspeakably gloomy and discouraged. The failure of their hopes, after so much anticipation107, labor108, and experience, was hard to bear.
“We may as well look the thing square in the face, Allie,” said Carl one morning, when he was alone with his sister in the cabin. “The season’s over, and it’s a failure. I don’t know how we’ll save the bees.”
“Surely we’ll have money enough to pay Mr. Farr. We must save the bees if we starve ourselves, for they mean everything to us. How much money have we left?”
“About two hundred dollars. It has just melted away, with all the expenses of fresh supplies and sugar and then the cost of establishing the new yard, besides our own living.”
“Well, surely we can get three hundred dollars’ worth of honey, to make up enough for our payment. We can manage to live some way and rub along till another season comes.”
“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk about,” went on Carl, earnestly. “You see, Bob’s university work mustn’t be interrupted on any account. He’ll want to drop it, I know, to save the money, but we mustn’t let him. We’ve got to find the money somehow. Now, I’ve been thinking that you might go back to Harman’s Corners, where you could live in our old house for little or nothing, and I might get some kind of a job in Toronto.”
“You’re right,” Alice agreed. “Bob must keep up his work. But I wouldn’t stay at home all alone. I’d rather get a job in Toronto, too.”
Then began a long discussion of plans, but they revealed nothing of all this to Bob. That very evening, however, Bob proposed that his sister take a walk with him.
“This investment hasn’t panned out, Alice,” he said, when they were well away from the cabin. “We’re not going to make a cent profit this year. I blame myself for it, for I got you both into it.”
“Nonsense, Bob!” returned Alice. “We were just as eager as you were. We all rushed into it, and we all knew that it was a gamble on the weather.”
“Well, anyhow, I’m not going back to college next term. Carl will want me to, I know, but you must back me up. I couldn’t use any money that way. We’ll be hard up at the best, and I won’t have you two rob yourselves for my support.”
“Oh, Bob! You must go back!”
“Well, I won’t. What’s a year lost, anyhow. But I’m uncertain what to do. I could come up here and trap all winter. I’m sure I could make several hundred dollars, all clear profit; but trapping is a sort of gamble, too. Or I could get a job any time with the Toronto Electric Company at about fifteen a week. Trapping would be more fun, but the other would be surer, and I’d get a lot of practical experience. What do you think?”
“I don’t know!” said Alice, half laughing and half crying. “Oh, I don’t know, Bob. I think—I think we’d better harvest our honey first and see how it turns out.”
And the next day they began to harvest the crop.
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