We lost so much time in getting started that when at last we were ready to begin operations people had already begun to arrive.

They asked us all sorts of questions and bothered us a good deal, but we kept right on at our task.

The smoker was working well, and we felt greatly encouraged.

Those rings of black vapor drove the bees back and, as the smoke rose through the cracks, prevented them from coming down again.
We were still up that ladder by the pulpit, puffing smoke at those cracks, when the old Squire and Uncle Hannibal arrived, with Judge Peters and the Hon.

Hiram Bliss.