He showed us, however, that we were looking the right way.
'Them little fellers hev got a good compass,' said Uncle Eb, as we followed the line of the bees.

'It p'ints home ev'ry time, an' never makes a mistake.' We went further this time before releasing another.

He showed us that we had borne out of our course a little and as we turned to follow there were half a dozen bees flying around the box, as if begging for admission.
'Here they are back agin,' said Uncle Eb, 'an' they've told a lot o' their cronies 'bout the man an' the boy with honey.' At length one of them flew over our heads and back in the direction we had come from.
'Ah, ha,' said Uncle Eb, 'it's a bee tree an' we've passed it, but I'm goin' t' keep lettin' 'em in an' out.

Never heard uv a swarm o' bees goin' fur away an' so we mus' be near the clearin'.' In a little while we let one go that took a road of its own.

The others had gone back over our heads; this one bore off to the right in front of us, and we followed.