Jim: Well, the Lingers. . . I was on the Zapata Ranch, and ah. . . there was a grove. . . a grove of trees in one of the meadows, and they wanted me to grub it out.
BH: Um hum.
Jim: So, I was chopping some of them young trees down. And Howard came running, you know. But ah. . . then some of them bring their kids. Ah. . . did you ever meet Bob Linger?
BH: Um hum.
Jim: Well, he was a. . . he had. . . they used to come and stay on the Zapata, there in the summer.
BH: Um hum.
Jim: In the summer. His dad, and his mother, and the kids were young. . . but ah. . . the two Lingers kids, Bob was one of 'em, and then his brother, they wanted to go with me. We was kind of chopping these trees, and they were in there playing around. But the team—I noticed that they were stomping around—they were stomping their hooves like this—cause ah. . . the bees were stinging 'em, you know.
BH: Um hum.
Jim: And then I seen it that the bees. . . but they had already stung Bob Linger and his brother—they stung 'em. And they stung me, too. And they stung the horses, so I (unintelligible) and I took him off of there, and. . . and I took ah. . . Bob and his brother —I took 'em to this ditch with mud—the water—and then I put mud all over where they got stung, you know. Because that draws the poison out—the mud does.
BH: Um hum.
Jim: Draws the poison. (Laughs) and that was the story of the bees.
BH: That's a. . . that's a. . . scary one. You may have saved his life.