In the world, there is no creature
{with which man has surrounded
himself }{that seems so much
like a product of civilization,
so much like the result of development
on special lines and in special fields,
as the honney-bee}.
Indeed, a colony of bees,
<with their neatness and love of order,
their peace of love, their public-
spiritedness, their thrift, and
their division of labor,
their complex economics>,
seems as far removed
<from a condition of rude nature>
as does a walled city or a cathedral town.
