They make their Combs upon limbs of Trees, open and visible to the Eye, generally of a great height.

At time of year whole Towns, forty or fifty in company together will go out into the Woods, and gather this honey, and come home laden with it for their use.
The third sort they call Connameia, signifying a blind Bee.

They are small like a Fly, and black.

They build in hollow Trees; and their honey somewhat tarrish: and they make such small quantities of it, that the people little regard it.

The Boyes will sometimes cut a hole and take it out.
[The people eat the Bees, as well as their honey.] When they meet with any swarms of Bees hanging on any Tree, they will hold Torches under to make them drop; and so catch them and carry them home.