Rensselaer Union, Volume 10, Number 36, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 May 1878 — A Boy’s Description of the Bee. [ARTICLE]

A Boy’s Description of the Bee.

One day Billy, wieh had been a readin that poetry about the bee, and the ant, and sech things, kep a sayin it over til we ol got sick of hearin it, so one time wen he come in the dron room and bust out with How duth the little bizzy bee! my father he said, William, that inseck has past a tolably quiet nite, and is a doin as wel as cude be expedited, it is very good of your master to send you to inquire so offten, but it is a nusance ol the same, so lam about to isshuethis bulletin, wich will save you any further trubble. Wen he said that my father pict up a paper wate and made like he was a goin to fling it, but Billy he improved the shinin our by dashing thru the dore into the passidge. I hate bees cos some fokes wich writes is ol ways a crackin’ ’em up, like they was the mose industirus, and ordly, and p'easable, and clever things in ol this worl, and little boys and girls ot to be like ’em. But wot if little boys and girls wude sting like they does? The hunny wich is tuke out of bee hives is sweet, but frute cake is the stuf for me. Bees wax, wich my mother uses wen she sose the baby’s frox, is nothing but just hunny comb, but not like you comb your head with. The way the bees makes wax is this way. A bee goes to. a. flour and roles in it, and the dust sticks to his legs and makes him feel uncomfitablc, and wen he cant stan it no longer, he goes back to the hive, and wen he gits in there the hoi porter bee says boots! Then the boots bee comes and brushes the dust oft’ the bee wich roled in the flours legs, but dont sweep it up, and so many a goin in and out it gits tramped into mud wich is wax. But how they bores the six corner holes in ft, les they do it with a sifle corner oggur, and were they gits the hunny to put ’em, is wot beats me! Maybe you have hear about a bee line. Wen a bee gits his legs loded, like I tole you, and wants a brush up, it flise rounand roun, gitting high upper and high upper, ol the time, till it sees wich way the hive is, and then it has wasted so much time it has got to fli mity strafe to git home fore dark, and that is a bee line. If it didden’t think itseif so onederful clever it wude start of to random and inquire the way and git home lots quicker and not so far to go, but bees is bees. Only I don’t like ’em to be throde up to me as if they knode it 01, and me and Billy was a fool.

Las summer our dog Towser was a 1\ in in the sun a trine to sleep, but the flies was that bad he cuddent, cos he had to ketch ’em, but bimebyabee lit on his head, and was a wokking a bout like the dog was hisen. Towser hehel his head stu, and wen the bee was close to his nose Towser winked at me, like he said you see wot this duffer is a doin, he thinks I’m a lily of thevally wich issent opn yet, but you jus wait till I blossom and you will see some good fun, and sure enuf Towser opend his mouth very slow so as not to friten the bee, and the bee went inside Towser’s mouth. Then Towser he shet, his eyes dreemv, and his mouth too, and had begun to make a peaceafle smile wen the bee stung him, and you never see a lilly Of the valley aek so in ol your life! —Little Johnny , in N. Y. Weekly. —----- Poqr young thing! She fainted away at the wash-tub, and her pretty nose went kerslop into the soapsuds. Some said it was overwork; others, however, whispered that her beau had peeped over the back fence and called out, “Hullo, there, Bridget, is Miss Alice at home?” . i A CRYING want— Tq come down to actual business, what the country imperatively demands is more Honorary Commissioners to the Paris Exposition. —Sew Orleans Times. t