THE TRIBES ON MY FRONTIER. 



as always attends the ceremony of seeing an emigrant party 

 off. The battle began in the evening, and I was there as 

 special correspondent for the World. The black ants were 



few in number, but 

 terrible in their 

 onslaught. They 

 fought singly. I 

 watched in particu- 

 lar one of gigantic 

 build and fearful as- 

 pect, as it charged 

 and charged again 

 through the seeth- 

 ing masses of the 

 enemy, leaving a 

 trail of writhing or 

 stiffening victims 

 in its course. 



At last its 



THE FIGHTING GLADIATOR. 



fate came. In a heedless moment it stumbled over 

 a wounded foe, whose jaws at once closed, and closed 

 for ever, on its leg. Reeling backwards, it fell into the very 

 midst of three or four more, and hope of escape was 



