THE HAKOS, OR ANTS
The forest is inhabited by many species of ants, of many sizes, and of
many different colors. Their number is so great that they not only
cannot be counted, they cannot even be estimated. Their mode of life,
their habits, and their homes vary greatly. Marvellous is the
intelligence of these small creatures. Their thrift, perseverance, and
industry are beyond those of any other insect or animal.
They have great tenacity of purpose, and are most systematic. For their
size they have immense strength. They possess many gifts to suit their
different modes of living. They understand each other perfectly,
otherwise they could not work with such deliberate concert of action,
and so intelligently. They have chiefs, leaders, and workers.
Almost all the species of ants live together in large numbers. There are
few that live solitary lives.
Those which prey alone are very voracious and fierce. Many ants are
endowed with a wonderful power of smell, and often, though not one of
them can be seen, they suddenly make their appearance by thousands, or
tens of thousands, when they scent food, many of the species coming even
from under the ground. They are such nuisances that human beings have to
put the feet of their tables and cupboards into vases of water for
protection.
Many ants have the ferocity of the leopard or other night animals. They
attack their prey with great courage. One species, the bashikouays, go
in countless numbers on their raids, and attack all life in the forest.
All animals flee in order to escape them.
Among the most wonderful ants are the termites, or white ants, who build
structures of clay, or of grains of earth, to shut themselves from the
light, to be protected from the rays of the sun, from the rain, and from
their enemies.
Some species of termites are very fond of cotton goods, paper, etc., but
avoid woollen or silk articles.
They manage to scent paper and cotton goods from under the ground, and
ascend the poles upon which the trunks or chests which contain the goods
rest. They build a long tunnel from the ground on the outside of the
poles, and climb through to the chest, into which they eat their way.
The tunnel is made of minute particles of wood glued together by a
substance coming from their bodies. Often the owner of the chest, when
he opens it, finds nothing inside,—everything having been eaten up by
the termites.