American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
Having made these preliminary arrangements, Buzzing Ben--for the
sobriquet was applied to him in this form quite as often as in the
other--next turned his attention to the velvet-like covering of the
grassy glade. Fire had run over the whole region late that spring, and
the grass was now as fresh, and sweet and short, as if the place were
pastured. The white clover, in particular, abounded, and was then
just bursting forth into the blossom. Various other flowers had
also appeared, and around them were buzzing thousands of bees. These
industrious little animals were hard at work, loading themselves with
sweets; little foreseeing the robbery contemplated by the craft of
man. As le Bourdon moved stealthily among the flowers and their humming
visitors, the eyes of the two red men followed his smallest movement, as
the cat watches the mouse; but Gershom was less attentive, thinking the
whole curious enough, but preferring whiskey to all the honey on earth.
At length le Bourdon found a bee to his mind, and watching the moment
when the animal was sipping sweets from a head of white clover, he
cautiously placed his blurred and green-looking tumbler over it, and
made it his prisoner. The moment the bee found itself encircled with the
glass, it took wing and attempted to rise. This carried it to the upper
part of its prison, when Ben carefully introduced the unoccupied hand
beneath the glass, and returned to the stump. Here he set the tumbler
down on the platter in a way to bring the piece of honeycomb within its
circle.
So much done successfully, and with very little trouble, Buzzing Ben
examined his captive for a moment, to make sure that all was right. Then
he took off his cap and placed it over tumbler, platter, honeycomb, and
bee. He now waited half a minute, when cautiously raising the cap again,
it was seen that the bee, the moment a darkness like that of its hive
came over it, had lighted on the comb, and commenced filling itself with
the honey. When Ben took away the cap altogether, the head and half of
the body of the bee was in one of the cells, its whole attention being
bestowed on this unlooked-for hoard of treasure. As this was just what
its captor wished, he considered that part of his work accomplished. It
now became apparent why a glass was used to take the bee, instead of a
vessel of wood or of bark. Transparency was necessary in order to watch
the movements of the captive, as darkness was necessary in order to
induce it to cease its efforts to escape, and to settle on the comb.
As the bee was now intently occupied in filling itself, Buzzing Ben, or
le Bourdon, did not hesitate about removing the glass. He even ventured
to look around him, and to make another captive, which he placed over
the comb, and managed as he had done with the first. In a minute, the
second bee was also buried in a cell, and the glass was again removed.
Le Bourdon now signed for his companions to draw near.
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