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underground spring. I stamp upon it of 4 course, and 
exercise myself at once in sentiments of pity for the 
peaceful and industrious community so ruthlessly extir- 
pated ; and so my virtue is of the right sort, a robust 
exercise of the will and not a mere outflow of shallow 
feeling. But I wish it did not give me so much pleasure 
A SAVAGE EPICURE. 
to recall a discovery I made some years ago. I was 
living in a bungalow with a large garden and a tennis 
lawn. In the foundation of the bungalow there flourished 
a populous community of Lobopelta. Lobopelta is one of 
the military ants, which go out in armed bands, ravaging 
the country and slaying every living thing that they 
