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The wild bees are a constant source of interest, much more so than the hive bee, which is so extremely regular in its ways. With an explosion almost like a little bomb shot out of a flower; with an immense hum, almost startling, boom! the great bombus hurls himself up in the air from under foot; well named boom bombus.
Do these leaves look as if it were August?" and he pointed to a clump of trees whose foliage shone red and yellow in the sunlight. Betty started. "Good gracious!" she exclaimed. "How came they to change so early?" "It is n't early," explained Mr. Bombus. "It's the last of October, even later, and keeps getting more so every minute."
"Bombus," said he, cheerfully, "B. Bombus, Esq., of Clovertop Manse, Honeywell." "But you 're not a minister, are you?" inquired Betty. "No; why?" returned the gentleman, quickly. "Because you said 'Manse. A manse is a minister's house, is n't it?" asked Betty. "No, not always," Bombus replied. "But I call my place Clovertop Manse because it belongs to me and not to my wife, do you see?
Now and again humble-bees go by with a burr; and it is curious to see the largest of them all, the big bombus, hanging to the little green gooseberry blossom. Hive-bees, too, are abroad with every stray gleam of sun; and perhaps now and then a drone-fly last seen on the blossoms of the ivy in November.
"Of course it is a long way off," replied her companion. "Don't you wish it to be a long way off?" Betty hesitated. "Well, I don't think I ever wished much about it. Can you tell me how many miles it is from some place I know about? You see, Mr. Bombus, I am pretty sure it is n't in the geography. At least, I don't remember that I ever saw it on the map. Could n't you tell me where it is?" Mr.
I knew it wuz a excuse. I knew she wouldn't give nothin' not if her right hand had the num palsy, and you could stick a pin into it no, she wouldn't give, not if her right hand was cut off and throwed away. Wall, Miss Bombus, old Dr. Bombus'es widow, wouldn't give and for all the world I went right there from Miss Whymper'ses.
Such requisites are perfectly fulfilled by the humblebee, and we may well hazard the prophecy that the Bombus is the welcomed affinity of the flower. At A the bee is seen sipping the nectar. His forward movement thus far to this point has only seemed to press the edge of the anther inward, and thus keep it even more effectually closed.
With bees the pollen- collecting apparatus is used by the female alone for gathering pollen for the larvae, yet in most of the species it is partially developed in the males to whom it is quite useless, and it is perfectly developed in the males of Bombus or the humble-bee. H. Muller, 'Anwendung der Darwin'schen Lehre, etc., Verh. d. n.
Bombus, who was very red in the face and gasping rather painfully, and whom she had, for the moment, forgotten. Betty said: "My, Mr. Bombus, how warm you are! Sit right down on the grass and cool off before we go any farther, please." "Oh, dear, no!" objected her companion. "That would be terribly imprudent, with these cold autumn winds blowing so; and winter just over there.
At these words Betty wept afresh, but not now from sorrow, but from gladness at the thought of returning home. And before she could even realize it, she was standing beside Mr. Bombus again, with something in her hand which she clutched tightly and which proved to be a signed receipt for her debt to By-and-by. Then she heard her companion say, "Like to look about a bit before you leave?
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