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a little while I had made a nice spring.  I now began to wall it in with
rocks.  Just as I was doing this, it began to rain.  It had been thundering
for some time, but I thought I would take the chances in 
getting wet.  Now, though, it had gotten very dark; the wind began
blowing the trees, and in a little while it was pouring down. It did not
last long though and the piece of rubber cloth I had thrown over my shoulders
had protected me from the rain sufficiently.  The sun now came out and
I thought that in a few minutes it would again be fine.  So I got more
rock and began completing the spring.  Several times when I picked up a 
piece of rock I found under it a colony of ants.  Under one there were
large <s>black</s> brown ants on one side and small black ones on another 
side.    Whenever such a rock was raised there would at once be consternation.
The cocoons containing new baby ants were seized at once and carried into the
galleries.  It would have been interesting to watch them, but I was now
interested in the spring.  The sun, which had shown just for a moment so
brightly, had now disappeared, and it again began to rain.  Very soon it began
to get dark again, and not long after, to pour down.  And how it did pour!
My small piece of cloth was poor protection <s>f</s> against such rain!  I tried to
make myself as small as possible so as keep myself under the cloth, but it was
of no use.  Very soon I felt the water trickling down my arms where it ran off from
        