he south wall of the attic and the eaves.
I well remember the tine.
The air seemed full of bees and as they passed along in their flight over my uncle Joseph's, Roach's, and Train's premises, every one seemed to be out, beating tin pans, ringing table bells and making other discordant noises to induce the bees to settle in a swalso shown clustered on the southwest corner, and duly labelled Bees.
This above manuscript is in a clearer and excellent hand and on white paper.
The premises of Roach may be identified today by the old cellar, where was the house which was demolished soon after the death (by accidental burning) of Hannah Roach, in 1886.
Those oHannah Roach, in 1886.
Those of Train, as is well known, adjoined the house of Mrs. Swan, which became a beehive.
The residence of Mr. James Swan's uncle Joseph was then near High street, and was in the early seventies moved backward, enlarged and remodelled to its present shape by the late Alvin D. Puffer.
Both the Messrs.
Swan were observers of men and