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THE DOMESTIC ANIMALS. 137
While Henry was giving clover and sorrel to
the chickens he thought of the bees. A strag
gling swarm — perhaps from the woods — had
alighted on the house-top a few days before,
and Mr. Williams and Henry, with help enough
from the neighbors, had procured a hive and
taken care of them, and they now appeared to
be quiet and contented, and doing well.
It was the white and red clover that made
Henry think of the bees. These, particularly
the former, abound in honey, and the bees are
ever and anon alighting upon
it,
and sucking out
its rich juices. Henry thought to give them
treat, too, before he went into the house. So
he gathered as much clover as he could carry
in his arms, and put
it
a
around the hive on
the ground, expecting the bees would come and