Country life; London (England) -- Description and travel; Natural history -- Outdoor books
Thoughtlessly turning over a boulder about nine inches square, lo!
there was subject enough for thinking underneath it--a subject that has
been thought about many thousand years; for this piece of rock had
formed the roof of an ants' nest. The stone had sunk three inches deep
into the dry soil of sand and peaty mould, and in the floor of the hole
the ants had worked out their excavations, which resembled an outline
map. The largest excavation was like England; at the top, or north,
they had left a narrow bridge, an eighth of an inch wide, under which
to pass into Scotland, and from Scotland again another narrow arch led
to the Orkney Islands; these last, however, were dug in the
perpendicular side of the hole. In the corners of these excavations
tunnels ran deeper into the ground, and the ants immediately began
hurrying their treasures, the eggs, down into these cellars. At one
angle a tunnel went beneath the heath into further excavations beneath
a second boulder stone. Without, a fern grew, and the dead dry stems of
heather crossed each other.
This discovery led to the turning over of another boulder stone not far
off, and under it there appeared a much more extensive and complete
series of galleries, bridges, cellars and tunnels. In these the whole
life-history of the ant was exposed at a single glance, as if one had
taken off the roofs of a city. One cell contained a dust-like deposit,
another a collection resembling the dust, but now elongated and a
little greenish; a third treasury, much larger, was piled up with
yellowish grains about the size of wheat, each with a black dot on the
top, and looking like minute hop-pockets. Besides these, there was a
pure white substance in a corridor, which the irritated ants seemed
particularly anxious to remove out of sight, and quickly carried away.
Among the ants rushing about there were several with wings; one took
flight; one was seized by a wingless ant and dragged down into a
cellar, as if to prevent its taking wing. A helpless green fly was in
the midst, and round the outside galleries there crept a creature like
a spider, seeming to try to hide itself. If the nest had been formed
under glass, it could not have been more open to view. The stone was
carefully replaced.
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