A JUNGLE LABOR-UNION 163 
tions would dare to include these prickly, strong- 
jawed, meatless insects in a bill of fare. Now 
and then I have found an ani, or black cuckoo, 
with a few in its stomach: but an ani can swal- 
low a stinging-haired caterpillar and enjoy it. 
The most consistent feeder upon Attas is the 
giant marine toad. Two hundred Attas in a 
night is not an uncommon meal, the exact num- 
ber being verifiable by a count of the undigested 
remains of heads and abdomens. Bufo marinus 
is the gardener’s best friend in this tropic land, 
and besides, he is a gentleman and a philoso- 
pher, if ever an amphibian was one. 
While the cutting of living foliage is the chief 
aim in life of these ants, yet they take advan- 
tage of the flotsam and jetsam along the shore, 
and each low tide finds a column from some near- 
by nest salvaging flowerets, leaves, and even tiny 
berries. A sudden wash of tide lifts a hundred 
ants with their burdens and then sets them down 
again, when they start off as if nothing had hap- 
pened. 
The paths or trails of the Attas represent very 
remarkable feats of engineering, and wind about 
through jungle and glade for surprising dis- 
tances. I once traced a very old and wide trail 
