The children gazed with admiration and surprise at the forest, which the eyes of a white man had perhaps never seen before. Saba constantly ran under the bushes and barked cheerfully. Little Nell felt strengthened by the quinine, her breakfast, and her sleep. Her little face was fresh and somewhat rosy, and her eyes had a happier expression. Every minute she asked Stasch the names of the various trees and birds, and he answered her as best he could. At last she said that she would like to get off the horse and pick quantities of flowers.
But the boy smiled and said:
“The ‘siafus’ would eat you up in a minute.”
“What’s that—‘siafus’? Is that something worse than a lion?”
“Worse and still not worse. They are ants that bite fearfully. The branches are covered with them, and they fall like
