The Raid on the Termites

The Armed with splinters of steel two ant-sized men dare the formidable mysteries of a termitary. It was a curious, somehow weird-looking thing that mound. About a yard in height and three and a half in diameter it squatted in the grassy grove next the clump of trees like an enormous inverted soup plate. Here and there tufts of grass waved on it of a richer deeper color testifying to the unwholesome fertility of the crumbling outer stuff that had flaked from the solid mound walls.