178 ANTS AND CHILDREN OF THE GARDEN 



marks, never be heard in song, and never get her name 

 on a monument. I shall always believe she did this work 

 without any help. Anybody that had seen this would 

 believe the same. 



DOROTHY. Quit or you'll have some mourners around 

 here. 



FLORENCE. As I sat for hours watching her, she 

 didn't pay the least attention to me she was too much 

 interested in her sad task. 



CECIL. The day-to-day life of an ant has many sur- 

 prises. I now see that many thousands of animals; yes, 

 millions, have to work hard for a living and fight hard 

 against enemies. 



KENNETH. They never know one day what will happen 

 the next. They are worse off than we are in this respect. 



FLORENCE. You boys will each be a Gloomy Gus if 

 you don't shut up. Life is a game to enjoy if you get 

 mixed up in it right, whether ant or man. 



ALBERT. Well, it's plain that our ants have been 

 whipped and driven from home by some enemy, and here's 

 a pile of forty dead ones that belong to the colony that 

 did it. 



KENNETH. Let's examine the bodies of the enemy and 

 learn something about them. 



CECIL. They are reddish brown, well built, over one- 

 eighth of an inch long, and have no eyes. They have 

 wicked looking" jaws. The bodies are rolled up and not 

 torn. (See illustration, p. 243.) 



KENNETH. Why don't you name them? 



CECIL. They are Foraging Ants, by name "Eciton 

 (Acamatus) opacithorax." In fact, they have different 

 names Foraging ants, Visiting ants, Legionary ants, Army 

 ants. None of these names is bad enough to suit us so 



