Natural history -- England -- Wiltshire; Wiltshire (England) -- Description and travel
Yet by some power of observation, perhaps superior in this respect to
the abilities of greater creatures, the tiny thing guides its footsteps
without faltering down yonder to the nest in the hollow on the bank of
the ploughed field. I say by observation, and the exercise of faculties
resembling those of the mind, because I have many times tried the
supposed unerring instinct of the ant, and found it fail: therefore it
must possess a power of correcting error which is the prerogative of
reason. Ants cannot, under certain conditions, distinguish their own
special haunts. Across a garden path I frequented there was the track
of innumerable ants; their ceaseless journeyings had worn a visible path
leading from the border on one side to the border on the other, where
was a tiny hole, into which they each disappeared in turn. Happily, the
garden was neglected, otherwise the besom of the gardener would have
swept away all traces of the highway they had made. Watching the stream
of life pouring swiftly along the track, it seemed to me that, like men
walking hurriedly in well-known streets, they took no note of marks or
bearings, but followed each other unhesitatingly in the groove.
When street-pavements are torn up, the human stream disperses and flows
out on either side till it discovers by experience the most convenient
makeshift passage. What would be the result if this Watling-street of
the ants were interrupted? With a fragment of wood I rubbed out three
inches of the path worn in the shallow film of soil deposited over the
old gravel, smoothing that much down level. Instantly the crowd came to
a stop. The foremost ant halted at the edge where the groove now
terminated, turned round, and had an excited conversation with the next
by means of their antennae; a third came up, a fourth and fifth--a crowd
collected, in fact. Now, there was no real obstruction--nothing to
prevent them from rushing across to the spot where the path recommenced.
Why, then, did they pause? Why, presently, begin to explore, right and
left, darting to one side and then to the other examining? Was it not
because an old and acquired habit was suddenly uprooted? Surely
infallible instinct could have carried them across the space of three
inches without any trouble of investigation?
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