Then there was the bee-tree incident: in the woods back of the Chapel. Dave and Bill Culbertson, Mr. Abrahams, “ Cornie,” myself and some one dlse, I think Sam Kelly, started late, ( after closing the store,) with axe, candles and buckets. Having felled the big tree we lit the candles, fastened to branches of other trees at a distance which the poor bees attacked in real earnest, while we scooped out the honey, eating as we did so.But the bees got their work in; and everyone of us gQt badly stung. One got it on the end of his tongue and could scarcely talk for a week; another got it on the inside of his upper lip which swelled out almost even with the end of his nose. But we got a lot of honey for our trouble.