My Home in Tasmania
Louisa Anne Meredith, 1852
Many of the logs that we dragged to our fires were the abodes of numerous kinds of ants, most of which nip rather sharply, but of some the sting is venomous and agonizing in the extreme. A species of ant somewhat smaller than these, black, with yellow forceps, is as much or more to be dreaded, as they sting with equal severity, and can jump a considerable distance in pursuit of any one who molests them.
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