From ""The Price of Tin" a story in "Tribal Gathering" by Kenneth C Ryeland

The two companions settled down to their somewhat belated lunch, eating in silence as they each surveyed the wild beauty of their surroundings.

Sub-consciously, Umoru had been aware of a low-pitched buzzing sound when spreading the groundsheet, and now that the two men were sitting quietly the noise was plainly audible.
“Do you hear that noise, sir? It sounds like bees.”

“Yes it does. Coming from over there if I’m not mistaken, Umoru.”