Our journeys through Bee land have made us admire the skillful little creatures which we have seen there. Their work is beautiful and accurate. Their community life is pleasing and brings the greatest good to the greatest number. We know that even the acts of theirs which seem cruel are necessary if the bees are to live through the coming year.

What great force or knowledge causes them to act as they do? How do they know that the proper division of work between groups will bring the best results? Why do the worker bees continue their labors after they have gathered enough honey for the needs of the hive? Why do these little workers continue their work until they drop in death from their efforts?

The answers to all of these questions are the same. Instinct is the compelling force which controls them. What is instinct? Instinct is the name which man has given to the intelligence of the lower animals. The bees which belong to the class of insects, do not reason about things as men do. They do not progress through experience. They have reached their greatest social and industrial growth.

Man does aid them in their work, but he can help them only by studying their habits and supplying them with the things which will meet their instinctive actions.

The little honey bees work and work and work to supply the foods for the coming generations of bees and they carefully guard the queen because their greatest instinctive desire is: "To Live as Long as the World Itself in Those That Come After"

Conclusion

The icy breath of old Jack Frost is in the air- soon King Winter will sweep over the countryside, enveloping the land in his snowy white blanket.

We leave our friends, the honey bees, safely sheltered within their cities. Here they will live snug and warm until the sunshine of spring comes once again. Then, when the first flowers open their welcoming petals, the bees will awake and come forth to answer the invitation to enjoy the sweets of nature and to labor again for the good of their homes and the continuation of their race through their glorious queen who is the mother of them all. As they move quickly and busily from flower to flower or from comb to comb, their slogan may well he"ALL For One, and One For All"