"Now these termitines," said he, "are characterized by four joints on the instep, horned jaws, and remarkable strength.
We have the mantispe species, the raphidie, and the termite species. The last is often known under the term of white ants, in which we count the deadly termite, the yellow corslet termite, the termite that shuns the light, the biter, the destroyer—"
"And those that constructed this ant-hill?" asked Dick Sand.
"They are the martial ants," replied Cousin Benedict, who pronounced this word as if it had been the Macedonians, or some other ancient people brave in war.
"Yes, the warlike ants, and of all sizes.
Between Hercules and a dwarf the difference would be less than between the largest of these insects and the smallest.
Among them are 'workers' of five millimeters in length 'soldiers' of ten, and males and females of twenty. We find also a kind otherwise very curious: the sirafous half an inch in length, which have pincers for jaws, and a head larger than the body, like the sharks.
They are the sharks among insects, and in a fight between some sirafous and a shark, I would bet on the sirafous."
"And where are these sirafous commonly observed?" then asked Dick Sand.
"In Africa," replied Cousin Benedict; "in the central and southern provinces.
Africa is, in fact, the country of ants.
You should read what Livingstone says of them in the last notes reported by Stanley.
More fortunate than myself, the doctor has witnessed a Homeric battle, joined between an army of black ants and an army of red ants.
The latter, which are called 'drivers,' and which the natives name sirafous, were victorious.
"The others, the 'tchoungous,' took flight, carrying their eggs and their young, not without having bravely defended themselves.
Never, according to Livingstone, never was the spirit of battle carried farther, either among men or beasts!
With their tenacious jaws, which tear out the piece, these sirafous make the bravest man recoil.
The largest animals—even lions and elephants—flee before them.
"Nothing stops them; neither trees, which they climb to the summit, nor streams, which they cross by making a suspension bridge of their own bodies, hooked together.
And numerous!
Another African traveler—Du Chaillu—has seen a column of these ants defile past him for twelve hours without stopping on the road.
But why be astonished at the sight of such myriads?
The fecundity of these insects is surprising; and, to return to our fighting termites, it has been proved that a female deposits as much as sixty thousand eggs in a day!
Besides, these newroptera furnish the natives with a juicy food.
Broiled ants, my friends; I know of nothing better in the world!"
"Have you then eaten them, Mr. Benedict?" asked Hercules.
"Never," replied the wise professor; "but I shall eat some."
"Where?"
"Here."
"Here; we are not in Africa!" said Tom, very quickly.
"No, no!" replied Cousin Benedict; "and, thus far, these warlike termites, and their villages of ant-hills, have only been observed on the African Continent.
Ah! such travelers.
They do not know how to see!
Well! all the better, after all.
I have discovered a tsetse in America.
To the glory of this, I shall join that of having found the warlike termites on the same continent!
What matter for an article that will make a sensation in educated Europe, and, perhaps, appear in folio form, with prints and engravings, besides the text!"
It was evident that the truth had not entered Cousin Benedict's brain.
The poor man and all his companions, Dick Sand and Tom excepted, believed themselves, and must believe themselves, where they were not!
It needed other incidents, facts still more grave than certain scientific curiosities, to undeceive them!
It was then nine o'clock in the morning. Cousin Benedict had talked for a long time.
Did he perceive that his auditors, propped up in their cells, had gradually fallen asleep during his entomological lecture?
No; certainly not.
He lectured for himself.
Dick Sand no longer questioned him, and remained motionless, although he did not sleep.
As for Hercules, he had resisted longer than the others; but fatigue soon finished by shutting his eyes, and, with his eyes, his ears.
For some time longer Cousin Benedict continued to lecture.
However, sleep finally got the best of him, and he mounted to the upper cavity of the cone, in which he had chosen his domicile.
Deep silence fell on the interior of the cone, while the storm filled space with noise and fire.
Nothing seemed to indicate that the tempest was nearly over.