"I didn't do much myself, but a younger hero has appeared.

Now for a sweet time!" And he passed the pail and basket round.
There was as much as twenty pounds of honey, and every one got at least a taste.

The old Squire and I had now stopped puffing smoke, and we joined the others outside.

To this day I remember just how Uncle Hannibal looked as he stood there on the meetinghouse platform, with a chunk of white, dripping comb in his hand.

He took a big bite from it; and I said to myself that, if he took many more bites like that one, there would not be much honey left for the old Squire and me.