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It was wonderful to see the skill with which he took advantage of the slightest irregularities of the bark or obliquity of the stem to aid his ascent, jerking the stiff creeper a few feet higher when he had found a firm hold for his bare foot. It almost made me giddy to look at him as he rapidly got up thirty, forty, fifty feet above the ground, and I kept wondering how he could possibly mount the next few feet of straight smooth trunk. Still, however, he kept on with as much tiffany and co coolness and Tiffany and co outlet apparent certainty as if he were going up a ladder, till he got within ten or fifteen feet of the bees.