CHAPTER XXVIII. 



A GEOVE OF LOG-WOOD TKEES — ANTS AT THEIE WOEK — PAEASITIC IN- 

 SECTS — THE GEEAT ANT-EATER — SPOONBILLS AND HEEONS — LOST 

 IN THE FOEEST. 



„ p, „,^E were all stirring by sunrise. After throwing away the 

 jvlTOp remains of yesterday's meat, one night in this climate 

 being enough to putrefy it, I'Encuerado arranged some 

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

 gling 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. Sumi- 



chrast 1 " 



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