[For the American Bee Journal.] Novice. DEAR BEE JOURNAL:--That flood of honey that was driving us so, when we last wrote you, has ceased, and we are having a resting spell. About the 18th of July the basswood failed, and we were obliged to desist, mostly on account of the neighbors’ black bees desperately attempting to rob our hives when we opened them. In fact, the upper stories of our Langstroth hives are all full now, but before we can empty two hives the black bees are so thick as to threaten demoralization to our whole apiary. Though the Italians will sometimes sting a pint of them to death around a single hive, not an Italian can be found among the slain. In spite of all this, to which we have repeatedly called the attention of others, many are busy in accusing the Italians of driving the innocent common bees out of the land. One neighbor in particular, who cannot afford to take the Bee Journal, has been very busy in telling how our Italians have taken all his surplus honey, and had he not used _great_ care, they would have carried off all his honey, hives, bees and all. It was in this way. He came to us one day, quite excited, saying that our Italians were robbing his bees at a great rate--even some new swarms in movable frame hives that we had let him have, (not to mention several hours’ verbal instruction and the attempt to answer all questions pertaining to bee-culture at once). “But that is impossible,” said we. “Can’t you believe me when I tell you so?” inquired he, angrily. “We will go with you and see.” On the way the conversation was resumed, thus: “You are sure you left no hives open, nor anything sweet around?” “Nothing of the kind.” “When did the robbing commence?” “In the morning.” “Have you taken off your surplus honey yet?” “Took it off this morning.” “Where is it,” stopping in our walk. “_In the orchard, on a table._” “Covered up?” “No, I left it open to let the bees go out. The boxes were full of them, and I could not get them out.” “Are they there now?” “Yes.” “Now, C----, why in th---- did you not do as we were very careful to tell you, and put the honey in a large box with a white cloth spread over it, to be turned over every hour or two?” “Well, it was too much trouble, and I did not suppose it would make much difference.” Of course we found boxes that had held about forty pounds, empty, and oh, such music! There _were_ Italians there too, but we estimated nine-tenths black bees to one-tenth yellow-banded ones. Without giving the particulars, we may say that we have since heard that our bees had robbed him of sixty, and then eighty pounds, and we don’t know what it will amount to in the end. The whole quantity of honey taken out by us this season, is now six thousand one hundred and sixty-two (6,162) pounds. Of this we sold over two thousand (2,000) pounds, in June and July, for thirty cents per pound, jars and all. The jars do not cost us as much, in the end, as boxes.