A JUNGLE LABOR-UNION 169 
black, musty depths, where it is the duty of these 
soldiers to walk about and wait for trouble. 
What could have raised the ire of such stolid 
neuters against one another? Was it sheer lack 
of something to do? or was there a cell or two 
of the winged caste lying fallow within their bod- 
ies, which, stirring at last, inspired a will to bat- 
tle, a passing echo of romance, of the activities 
of the male Atta? 
Their unnatural combat had stirred scores of 
smaller workers to the highest pitch of excite- 
ment. Now and then, out of the mélée, a Me- 
dium would emerge, with a tiny Minim in his 
jaws. One of these carried his still living bur- 
den many feet away, along an unused trail, and 
dropped it. I examined the small ant, and found 
that it had lost an antenna, and its body was 
crushed. When the ball of fighters cleared, 
twelve small ants were seen clinging to the legs 
and heads of the mutilated giants, and now and 
then these would loosen their hold on each other, 
turn, and crush one of their small tormenters. 
Several times I saw a Medium rush up and tear 
a small ant away, apparently quite insane with 
excitement. 
Occasionally the least exhausted giant would 
