The Writings of John Burroughs — Volume 05: Pepacton — John Shaqi
The Writings of John Burroughs — Volume 05: PepactonBurroughs, John
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The Writings of John Burroughs — Volume 05: Pepacton
Burroughs, John
Natural history -- Outdoor books
The bee is in the main an honest citizen: she prefers legitimate to
illegitimate business; she is never an outlaw until her proper
sources of supply fail; she will not touch honey as long as honey-
yielding flowers can be found; she always prefers to go to the
fountain-head, and dislikes to take her sweets at second hand. But
in the fall, after the flowers have failed, she can be tempted.
The bee-hunter takes advantage of this fact; he betrays her with a
little honey. He wants to steal her stores, and he first
encourages her to steal his, then follows the thief home with her
booty. This is the whole trick of the bee-hunter. The bees never
suspect his game, else by taking a circuitous route they could
easily baffle him. But the honey-bee has absolutely no wit or
cunning outside of her special gifts as a gatherer and storer of
honey. She is a simple-minded creature, and can be imposed upon by
any novice. Yet it is not every novice that can find a bee-tree.
The sportsman may track his game to its retreat by the aid of his
dog, but in hunting the honey-bee one must be his own dog, and
track his game through an element in which it leaves no trail. It
is a task for a sharp, quick eye, and may test the resources of the
best woodcraft. One autumn, when I devoted much time to this
pursuit, as the best means of getting at nature and the open-air
exhilaration, my eye became so trained that bees were nearly as
easy to it as birds. I saw and heard bees wherever I went. One
day, standing on a street corner in a great city, I saw above the
trucks and the traffic a line of bees carrying off sweets from some
grocery or confectionery shop.
One looks upon the woods with a new interest when he suspects they
hold a colony of bees. What a pleasing secret it is,--a tree with a
heart of comb honey, a decayed oak or maple with a bit of Sicily or
Mount Hymettus stowed away in its trunk or branches; secret
chambers where lies hidden the wealth of ten thousand little
freebooters, great nuggets and wedges of precious ore gathered with
risk and labor from every field and wood about!
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