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And
,
in
fact
,
the
walls
,
as
has
been
said
,
were
made
of
reddish
clay
.
Had
they
been
formed
of
a
gray
or
black
alluvian
earth
,
they
must
have
been
attributed
to
the
"
termes
mordax
"
or
the
"
termes
atrox
.
"
As
we
see
,
these
insects
have
not
very
cheering
names
--
a
fact
which
can
not
but
please
a
strong
entomologist
,
such
as
Cousin
Benedict
.
The
central
part
of
the
cone
,
in
which
the
little
troop
had
first
found
shelter
,
and
which
formed
the
empty
interior
,
would
not
have
contained
them
;
but
large
cavities
,
in
close
contact
,
made
a
number
of
divisions
,
in
which
a
person
of
medium
height
could
find
refuge
.
Imagine
a
succession
of
open
drawers
,
and
at
the
bottom
of
those
drawers
millions
of
cells
which
the
termites
had
occupied
,
and
the
interior
disposition
of
the
ant-hill
is
easily
understood
.
To
sum
up
,
these
drawers
are
in
tiers
,
like
the
berths
in
a
ship
's
cabin
.
In
the
upper
ones
Mrs.
Weldon
,
little
Jack
,
Nan
,
and
Cousin
Benedict
took
refuge
.
In
the
lower
row
Austin
,
Bat
,
and
Acteon
hid
themselves
.
As
for
Dick
Sand
,
Tom
,
and
Hercules
,
they
remained
in
the
lower
part
of
the
cone
.
"
My
friends
,
"
then
said
the
young
novice
to
the
two
blacks
,
"
the
ground
is
becoming
damp
.
We
must
fill
it
up
by
crumbling
the
red
clay
from
the
base
;
but
take
care
not
to
obstruct
the
hole
by
which
the
air
enters
.
We
can
not
risk
being
smothered
in
this
ant-hill
.
"
"
We
have
only
one
night
to
spend
here
,
"
replied
old
Tom
.
"
Well
,
let
us
try
and
make
it
recover
us
from
our
fatigue
.
This
is
the
first
time
in
ten
days
that
we
have
not
to
sleep
in
the
open
air
.
"
"
Ten
days
!
"
repeated
Tom
.
"
Besides
,
"
added
Dick
Sand
,
"
as
this
cone
forms
a
solid
shelter
,
perhaps
we
had
better
stay
here
twenty-four
hours
.
During
that
time
,
I
will
go
in
search
of
the
stream
that
we
are
in
need
of
;
it
can
not
be
very
distant
.
I
think
that
until
we
have
constructed
our
raft
,
it
will
be
better
not
to
quit
this
shelter
.
The
storm
can
not
reach
us
here
.
Let
us
make
the
floor
stronger
and
dryer
.
"
Dick
Sand
's
orders
were
executed
at
once
.
Hercules
,
with
his
ax
,
crumbled
the
first
story
of
cells
,
which
was
composed
of
crisp
red
clay
.
He
thus
raised
,
more
than
a
foot
,
the
interior
part
of
the
swampy
earth
on
which
the
ant-hill
rested
,
and
Dick
Sand
made
sure
that
the
air
could
freely
penetrate
to
the
interior
of
the
cone
through
the
orifice
pierced
at
its
base
.
It
was
,
certainly
,
a
fortunate
circumstance
that
the
ant-hill
had
been
abandoned
by
the
termites
.
With
a
few
thousands
of
these
ants
,
it
would
have
been
uninhabitable
.
But
,
had
it
been
evacuated
for
some
time
,
or
had
the
voracious
newroptera
but
just
quitted
it
?
It
was
not
superfluous
to
ponder
this
question
.
