“A bee? what, honey-bees?” asked Mr. Elwood, in surprise at the oddness of the question. “No, not a honey-bee, exactly, or a humble-bee, but a sort of work-meeting of men or women, to help a neighbor to husk his corn, for instance, build him a log house, or do off some other job for him in a day, which alone would take him perhaps weeks. These turn-outs we new settlers call ‘bees.’ Nothing is more common than for a man to get up a bee to knock off at once a pressing job he wants done. And, when a new-comer appears to be delicate about moving in the matter, the neighbors sometimes volunteer, and get up a bee for him, among themselves.” “I may have heard of the custom; but why do you say you came to ask me if I know any thing about it?” “Well, I kinder thought I would. You have a pretty stiff-looking burnt piece here to be logged off soon, have you not?” “Why, yes.” “And it would be a hard and heavy month’s job for you and the young man to do it, would it not?” “The best part of a month, perhaps; but I was intending to go at it in season, that we might get it all cleared and sown by the middle of September; which must be done, if I join you and the rest of the usual company in the fall trapping and hunting expedition.” “Of course you will join us. It is our main and almost only chance here of getting any money.” “So I have always understood, and therefore made up my mind to go into it, if I can get ready. I have been down the river to-day and engaged my seed wheat. To-morrow I thought of going abroad again, to try to engage some help for clearing the piece.” “Well, you need not go a rod for that purpose.” “Why not?” “Because we have got up a bee for you in the settlement, large enough, we think, to log off your whole piece in a day.” “Indeed! Who has been so kind as to start such a project?” “Several of us: Codman, that you may have seen, or at least heard of, as the best trapper in the settlement, took upon himself to enlist those round the southerly end of the lake, where he lives; and I have arranged matters a little in this section and on the river below. But, in justice, I should name, as the man who has taken the most interest in the movement, the new settler who has this summer come into the parts, and made his pitch over on the Magalloway. His name is Gurley.” A dead silence of several minutes ensued, during which Mrs. Elwood looked sadly and meaningly from the husband to the son, both of whose countenances seemed to fall and shrink before her significant glances. “Well,” at length resumed the hunter, perceiving no response was to be made to his last remark, “seeing we had got all arranged and ready, I came to notify you, so that you should not be taken by surprise. We propose to be on the ground, men and oxen, early day after to-morrow. There will be fifteen or twenty of us, perhaps, with five or six yoke of oxen, and like enough a stiff horse or two.” “But how can I provision such a company on so short notice?”