CHAPTER XIX
A Promise of a Thrill
NOT ten feet away, at the point where the trail branched, was a huge mound of earth that must have been at least thirty feet high. It was conical in shape, gradually tapering up to a sharp point.
“What do you call that?” asked Joe, staring in amazement at the formation.
“If I’m not mistaken, it’s an ant hill,” Bob answered, moving closer to the mound of earth. Often Bob had heard of this phenomenon, but until now had not seen it.
“A what? Ant hill? You don’t mean to say that ants built that, do you?”
“I guess they did,” returned Bob. “Dad says ants have been known to heap up the earth to a height of forty feet or more.”
“Of all things!” Joe could hardly believe what his chum said. “How do they do it, anyway?”
“More than I know. They’re busy little creatures, though.”