So I guess you'd better go and stick in this 'ere plug.

A smart boy like you can do it jest as easy as not." "But I am afraid the bees will sting me!" I objected.
"Oh, you can put on them gloves and tie that 'ere veil over your head," the old man said.

"I'll tie it on fer ye." I had misgivings, but, not liking to fail old Hughy at a pinch, I let him rig me up for the feat and at last, taking the plug, started to walk up the slightly inclined tree trunk to the woodpecker's hole, which was close to the point where the basswood rested against the hemlock.

I found it was not hard to walk up the sloping trunk if I did not look down into the gully.

With stray bees whizzing round me, I slowly took one step after another.