The great ants of the South are much more savage than our European
species; and feeling themselves sovereigns and mistresses, feared by
all, dreading none, they march forward imperturbably, without suffering
any obstacle to divert their course. If a house stand in their way,
they enter, and all that is alive within it--even the enormous,
venomous, and formidable spiders, ay, and small mammiferous animals
also--is devoured. Men give place to them. And if you cannot quit your
house, you have reason to fear their invasion. Once, at Barbadoes,
a long column was seen defiling for several days in formidable
numbers. All the earth was black with them, and the torrent poured
forward straight in the direction of the houses. They were crushed
by hundreds, without heeding their losses; myriads were destroyed,
but they continued to advance. No wall, no ditch, was of any service;
water even could not arrest their progress: for it is known that they
construct living bridges, by fastening on to one another in clusters
and garlands. Fortunately, the plan was adopted of sowing the ground in
advance of them with numerous tiny volcanoes, small heaps of gunpowder,
which were fired at intervals beneath them, and exploding, swept away
whole files, and dispersed the rest,--covering them with fire and
smoke, and blinding them with dust. This scheme proved successful.
At least, the ants turned aside a little, and moved in a different
direction.
* * * * *
Linnæus calls the termites the scourge of the two Indies; and we might
equally well bestow this appellation on the ants, if we considered only
the havoc they commit among the labours and cultivation of man. In a
few hours they strip a large orangery, denuding it of every leaf. In a
single night they devastate a field of cotton, manioc, or sugar-cane.
Behold their crimes! Their virtues? they destroy to a still greater
extent all things that might prove hurtful to man, and but for them
certain countries would be uninhabitable.
* * * * *
As for our European species, I cannot see that they do the slightest
harm, either to man, or to the plants he cultivates. Far from it, they
deliver him from an infinity of little insects. I have frequently seen
long files of them, with each carrying in his mouth a very small grub
as a contribution to the food stores of the republic. Such a picture
should ensure them the benedictions of every honourable agriculturist.
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