Forty or fifty hives are then laid in a cart, and the owner takes them to distant places where the bees may feed and work.
Merely by thrusting them forth from the hives, into the Outer Cold!
Already our hives reach into the Earth a distance of eight miles.
It's like bees; they leave their hives on the decease of any person.
One very cold winter I wrapped up one of my hives with a shawl.
For of all things, in my state of jangled nerves, to be afflicted with hives!
And still again, to be afflicted with hives in cold winter weather!
I told her of my affliction of hives and showed her the lumps on my wrists.
But scarcely had I dropped into slumber when I was aroused by the recrudescence of my hives.
It must be the heat of the bed-clothes, I decided, that excited my hives.