CHAPTER XXVIH. 



A GROVE OF LOGWOOD TEEES. ANTS AT THEIB WORK. 



PARASITIC INSECTS. THE GREAT ANT-EATER, SPOON- 

 BILLS AND HERONS. LOST IN THE FOREST. 



WE were all stirring by sunrise. After throwing away 

 the remains of yesterday's meat, one night in this 

 climate being enough to putrefy it, PEncuerado arranged 

 some fishing-lines along the stream, and our little party set 

 off, struggling against the heat, the mosquitoes, and the 

 horse-flies. 



The Indian, following the flight of a purple-feathered 

 bird, led us close to an immense ant-hill. The little colony 

 seemed very busy ; but I hurried Lucien away, fearing he 

 might be bitten by them. 



" The ants are relations of the termites, are they not, M. 

 Sumichrast ?" 



