t their point of intersection.
This, by all the laws of bee-hunting, would be the place to find the
nest; and, as I have said, we could easily have found it thus, had it
not been for the trees. But these intercepted our view, and therein lay
the difficulty; for the moment Harry should have passed the point D,
where the underwood began, he would have been lost to our sight, and, of
course, of no farther use in establishing the point B.

"For myself, I could not see clearly how this difficulty was to be got
over--as the woods beyond D and E were thick and tangled. The thing was
no puzzle to Cudjo, however. He knew a way of finding B, and the
bee-tree as well, and he went about it at once.

"Placing one of the boys at the station A, so that he could see him over
the grass, he shouldered his axe, and moved off along the line A D. He
entered the woods at D, and kept on until he had found a tree from which
both A and D were visible, and which lay exactly in _the same line_.
This tree he `blazed.' He then moved a little farther, and blazed
another, and another--all on the continuation of the line A D--until we
could hear him chopping away at a good distance in the woods. Presently
he returned to the point E; and, calling to one of us to stand for a
moment at C, he commenced `blazing' backwards, on the continuation of C
E. We now joined him--as our presence at the logs was no longer
necessary to his operations.

"At a distance of about two hundred yards from the edge of the glade,
the blazed lines were seen to approach each other. There were several
very large trees at this point. Cudjo's `instinct' told him, that in
one of these the bees had their nest. He flung down his axe at length,
and rolled his eyes upwards. We all took part in the search, and gazed
up, trying to discover the little insects that, no doubt, were winging
their way among the high branches.

"In a few moments, however, a loud and joyful exclamation from Cudjo
proclaimed that the hunt was over--_the bee-tree was found_!

"True enough, there was the nest, or the entrance that led to it, away
high up on a giant sycamore. We could see the discoloration on the bark
caused by the feet of the bees, and even the little creatures themselves
crowding out and in. It was a large tree, with a cavity at the bottom
big enough to have admitted a full-sized man, and, no doubt, hollow up
to the place where the bees had constructed their nest.

"As we had sp