The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 12, 1900, Page 5

Akls ARGUND: A BUZZING , HRORNETS. Yikpe (% ! I/,',:," f i #* UP THE P | mI T TeE TENT-IKE CONTRIVANCE, the wvapor bath carefully and walked Into the brush, crouching to conceal himself. As he got into the edge of the brush he tripped and fell backward., Heavens! what was it! He felt as though a dozen knives had stuck clear into his bones. There was a Luzz sound and he saw himself surrounded with thousands of hornels. A bee line is the shortest possible distance between given points. A hornet line is considerably shorter. That was the kind of line that Hippocrates struck for camp. He passed the girls, flying down the road, wearing nothing but the vapor bath cabinet. Down past the hundreds of tents with their occupants running out to see what caused his yells, all around him a buzzing yellow fcg of hornets. Into the tent he rushed. The hornets found more fuel to feed their wrath. The inside of the bath cabinet seemed full of hor- nets and they devoted themselves impar- tially to the whole Gook family, and as each Gook ran out he, she or it instinct- ively ran to a neighboring tent for pro- tection. Now, it is said that a bee can sting but once, and then he bursts his stinger and dies of grief or something, but a hornet ain’t built that way. He is a native son of the woolly West. He is rigged out to fight his way through a hard crowd any time and when he sticks his stinger in he just pulls it out again and goes for another place. The rest is too awful to tell. Fifteen families moved away from the hated spot and the Gooks and hornets spent the rest of the summer in a war to the death for the possession of the glen.