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Title: British bee journal & bee-keepers adviser
Identifier: britishbeejourna1915lond (find matches)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
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Subjects: Bees
Publisher: London
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Aug. 5, 1915.) THE BRITISH BEE JOURNAL. 273
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A ROLL OF HONOUR. Although bee-keeping is considered a minor pursuit, we venture to say that it has provided more fighting men than the usual average of any industry. To place on record the part the members of our craft have played in the present war we propose to make a "Roll of Honour," and shall be pleased if our readers will for- ward us the names and addresses, together with the regiment and rank, of any bee-keeper serving his King and Ck)untry; also if killed or wounded. BLURTS FROM A SCRATCHY PEN. A VISIT TO JERSEY. From an edvicational point of view Jersey children have a great advantage over English children. At school they are taught English, at home they imbibe French; therefore, willy- nilly, they have to . speak two lan- guages. On the face of it it seems good, but it has occasionally its comicalities. As, for instance. My room was sufficiently near a long stretch of road so that I could hear the wayfarers for not a short distance. Early one morning, at about six, some children, out of bed betimes and full of song, as young birds are when the sun is just peeping over the horizon, came trooping along, and lustily chanted as they marched. Their repertoire was re- markably ample. First we were treated to the " Marseillaise " in the best of French, then came " It's a long, long way to Tipperary." To let all know they were pious children "Rock of Ages" followed. Possibly somewhat as a steadier, for I blush to say that the next was a "chanson" from the "Cafes Chantants" of Paris, which per- haps it was as well should be rendered in French. But there was no mistaking the origin of the last, as the voices died away in the distance, "Hello! It's a Different Girl Again." I an\ not going to weary you with dry details of a week's packing 'of bees, but one little swarming vagary might interest. On the very last day while at work two swarms issued from separate hives. One I located at once, but the other seemed absolutely to vanish. I had given it up as another wanderer, but at last I came to the end of my work, the final travel- ling box. On this the previous evening I had placed the top of a spare hive to jjrotect from rain and sun. As I lifted this, behold there was the vanished swarm. Needless to say, it found a home in another travelling hive, instanter. Four a.m. the day of our departure. The maid calls me in the dusky morning twi- light, but I am up and dressed. Two drays arrive at five and off we start. It is an hour to the boat and she is due to leave at six. By judicious application of the usual metallic anointing of the hands we get all safely aboard and snugly stored on the lower deck, each on its own base, nothing superposed. Did ever a Jersey steamer have such a record of passengers? something like 600,000, not counting the humans. If Von Tirpitz had only known ! Of course we attracted much attention, and for benefit of both passengers and crew I was comijelled to give several impromptu lectures. Now I question if even our junior editor, with all his ex- perience, had ever such a place for a lec- ture and such an audience—above,the rig- ging of the ship and the bright blue sky; beneath, the thud of the engines to punctuate the sentences; around and on the ship-side the scream of the sea-gull and the swish of the waves. The audi- ence comprised everybody in turn, from the captain on the bridge to the stoker from the fire-hole, for the word was soon passed round that there was a cargo of bees abroad, and that someone was yarn- ing about them. Thankful I was that the sea was so smooth—only a slight swell. Personally, I am but little troubled by sea-sickness, but if my passengers had been affected it niight have been a novel and perhaps interesting experience to report about in our Journal. Excepting that as we approached "a place in England" we noticed a torpedo destroyer carefully watching over our safety, nothing exciting occurred. Again the"^ cargo had to be transferred from ship to quay. His Majesty, I am sure, has no smarter, conscientious, or more energetic officer than the one who serves him at the "place in England" where we landed. He observed forty boxes all one size, clean, numbered in rotation, and, above all, carefully superintended by a pas- senger. Naturally his suspicions were aroused as to what were the contents of those boxes and what kind of contraband they might contain. The passenger was invited to explain, and the assertion that these were only bees seemed not to find acceptance. Possibly he conceived that in the interior might be discovered some duty-liable tobacco or eau-de- Cologne, and he insisted that one or two

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