The Junior Classics, Volume 8: Animal and Nature Stories
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The Junior Classics, Volume 8: Animal and Nature Stories
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It has been suggested that the ants of each nest have some sign or
password by which they recognize one another. To test this I made
some insensible. First I tried chloroform, but this was fatal to
them; and as therefore they were practically dead, I did not
consider the test satisfactory. I decided therefore to intoxicate
them. This was less easy than I had expected. None of my ants would
voluntarily degrade themselves by getting drunk. However, I got
over the difficulty by putting them into whisky for a few moments.
I took fifty specimens, twenty-five from one nest and twenty-five
from another, made them dead drunk, marked each with a spot of
paint, and put them on a table close to where the other ants from
one of the nests were feeding. The table was surrounded as usual
with a moat of water to prevent them from straying. The ants which
were feeding soon noticed those which I had made drunk. They seemed
quite astonished to find their comrades in such disgraceful
condition, and as much at a loss to know what to do with their
drunkards as we are. After a while, however, to cut my story short,
they carried them all away: the strangers they took to edge of the
moat and dropped into the water, while they bore their friends home
into the nest, where by degrees they slept off the effects of the
spirit. Thus it is evident that they know their friends even when
incapable of giving any sign or password.
This little experiment also shows that they help comrades in
distress. If a wolf or a rook be ill or injured, we are told that
it is driven away or even killed by its comrades. Not so with ants.
For instance, in one of my nests an unfortunate ant, in emerging
from the chrysalis skin, injured her legs so much that she lay on
her back quite helpless. For three months, however, she was
carefully fed and tended by the other ants. In another case an ant
in the same manner had injured her antennae. I watched her also
carefully to see what would happen. For some days she did not leave
the nest. At last one day she ventured outside, and after a while
met a stranger ant of the same species, but belonging to another
nest, by whom she was at once attacked. I tried to separate them,
but whether by her enemy, or perhaps by my well-meant but clumsy
kindness, she was evidently much hurt and lay helplessly on her
side. Several others passed her without taking any notice, but soon
one came up, examined her carefully with her antennae, and carried
her off tenderly to the nest. No one, I think, who saw it could
have denied to that ant one attribute of humanity, the quality of
kindness.
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