"I always knew you were attractive, Veazie, but I didn't know females rushed at you in that warm way.

Yes, jest hold on a little, Veazie.

We don't have a circus like this every day, and we want to get the worth of our money." Ollie Lord, Chickering, Hull, Skelding, and the others seemed to have been almost deserted by the bees, that were now swarming down upon the hapless lisper, drawn there by the fact that the queen had found lodgment somewhere on Veazie's neck.
Under the influence of the farmer's commands, Veazie ceased to kick and strike, and lay like a gasping fish while the man deluged him with water.
"Thay, I'm dwoning!" he gasped at last.

"Thith ith worthe than being thtung!" But, in truth, the deluge of cold water took away something of the fiery pain of the stings.
"Just hold on!" cried the farmer again.
Then he thrust a thumb and finger down into the writhing wet mass of bees, drew out the queen, which by its size and shape he readily distinguished from the others, and began to rake the bees into the new, empty pail.
When he had the most of them in, the old woman threw the cloth over them.

The farmer was now down on his knees, and the bees that were still on Veazie he began to pick off and pop into the pail as if they were grains of gold.
"I've got 'em!" he triumphantly declared.