A hive.
1835. The dinner bells were ringing, and the folks pouring out of the houses like bees out of a gum.—‘Col. Crockett’s Tour,’ p. 91 (Phila.).
1848. Now and then ther is a fisherman’s house standin on the water’s edge, lookin ’bout as big as a bee-gum agin the everlastin stone wall behind it.—W. T. Thompson, ‘Major Jones’s Sketches of Travel,’ p. 143 (Phila.).
1851. Supposin’ you was after a bee-gum, and one of these big black bar was after you, and a smart chance of red skins were after the bar.—‘Polly Peablossom’s Wedding,’ &c., p. 103.
