from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. In bee-keeping, a folding wooden box in which the bees in a hive form a comb and fill it with honey.


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  • You know your things sold for a great deal, and it is all put away in the wooden honey-box, in the clothes chest.

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  • I saw it fly in wide circles round the tops of the trees nearest the honey-box, and, after apparently satisfying itself, make a bee-line for the hive.

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  • In a few minutes, probably ten, I was surprised to see that bee arrive at the end of the outleaning limb of the oak mentioned above, as though that was the first point it had fixed in its memory to be depended on in retracing the way back to the honey-box.

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  • While it was away, I picked up the honey-box and set it on the stake a few rods from the position it had thus far occupied, and stood there watching.

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  • I had gone perhaps a quarter of a mile when I caught another bee, which, after getting loaded, went through the same performance of circling round and round the honey-box, buzzing in front of me and staring me in the face to be able to recognize me; but as if the adjacent trees and bushes were sufficiently well known, it simply looked around at them and bolted off without much dressing, indicating, I thought, that the distance to the hive was not great.

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  • In a few minutes I saw the bee arrive at its guide-mark, the overleaning branch on the tree-top, and thence came bouncing down right to the spaces in the air which had been occupied by my head and the honey-box, and when the cunning little honey-gleaner found nothing there but empty air it whirled round and round as if confused and lost; and although I was standing with the open honey-box within fifty or sixty feet of the former feasting-spot, it could not, or at least did not, find it.

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  • a good stare at me, and then flew up on to the top of an oak on the side of the open spot in the centre of which the honey-box was.

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