Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 18th century -- Fiction; Nore Mutiny, 1797 -- Fiction
Now I will kill a cockroach for them; there is no difficulty in finding
one, unfortunately for me, for they know everything that I have. There
never was a class of animals so indifferent to their fare, whether it be
paper, or snuff, or soap, or cloth. Like Time, they devour everything.
The scoundrels have nearly demolished two dozen antibilious pills. I
hope they will remember Dr Vance as long as they live.
Well, here's one--a fine one. I throw his crushed carcase on the deck,
and observe the ants have made their nest in the beams over my head,
from which I infer, that the said beams are not quite so sound as they
should be. An ant has passed by the carcase, and is off on a gallop to
give notice. He meets two or three--stops a second--and passes on. Now
the tide flows; it's not above a minute since I threw the cockroach
down, and now it is surrounded by hundreds. What a bustle!--what
running to and fro! They must be giving orders. See, there are fifty
at least, who lay hold of each separate leg of the monster, who in bulk
is equal to eight thousand of them. The body moves along with rapidity,
and they have gained the side of the cabin. Now for the ascent. See
how those who hold the lower legs have quitted them, and pass over to
assist the others at the upper. As there is not room for all to lay
hold of the creature's legs, those who cannot, fix their forceps round
the bodies of the others, _double-banking_ them, as we call it. Away
they go, up the side of the ship--a pull, and all together. But now the
work becomes more perilous, for they have to convey the body to their
nest over my head, which is three feet from the side of the ship. How
can they possibly carry that immense weight, walking with their heads
downwards, and clinging with their feet to the beams? Observe how
carefully they turn the corner--what bustle and confusion in making
their arrangements! Now they start. They have brought the body
head-and-stern with the ship, so that all the legs are exactly opposed
to each other in the direction in which they wish to proceed. One of
the legs on the fore side is advanced to its full stretch, while all the
others remain stationary. That leg stops, and the ants attached to it
hold on with the rest, while another of the foremost legs is advanced.
Thus they continue, until all the foremost are out, and the body of the
animal is suspended by its legs at its full stretch. Now one of the
hindmost legs closes in to the body, while all the others hold on--now
another, and another, each in their turn; and by this skilful manoeuvre
they have contrived to advance the body nearly an inch along the
ceiling. One of the foremost legs advances again, and they proceed as
before. Could your shore-going ants have managed this? I have often
watched them, when a boy, because my grandmother used to make me do so;
in later days, because I delighted in their industry and perseverance;
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