The Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1895-1897, 1896-06-02
IN JOYFUL YUCATAN.
A TRAVELLING GROCERY MAN WAKES
ELOQUENT IN PRAISE.

That GATHERS on Ants Backs and Light
That Shines From Leaves.
Seems to mo that ought to be sorry
went down there, now," said John
Gilbert, the travelling grocery man,
who recently returned from six weeks
stay i'll Yucatan. Il don't see how
can go ahead and resume the rounds
that my business calls for without q
sigh and regret, that, go where 1 may
i'll my native land, will look in vain
for the tree that i'll those tropical climes
gave me light by night, for the tree
that gave mo my daily bread, and the
one that gave me milk for my coffee, to
say nothing of the pleasing and Dubious
ant that gave me the sweetening for it.
Time and cash customers may wear
down and blunt the edge of this regret,
but it Is sharp now, and really suppose
that 1 ought to be sorry went down
there
Il didn't know anything about these
remarkable specimens Of the vegetable
and animal kingdoms when first struck
that country, but 1 noticed that the
bread we had in camp was very good
and the milk very choice and creamy,
while the coffee was deliciously sweet
ened One morning heard the cook of
our party hollering out orders to the
Indian guides.
Here, your he hollered. Hurry
up and pick some breadl And there
amt bit of milkl Go bore for some
right away! And say. you dago over
yonder, what's the matter of YOU
straining some sugar out o. them ants?'
This was little astonishing to me,
and asked for information. Then 1
found out all about it
1.-THE tree that gave the bread we ate
down there doesn't look bit as if it
would do it But found out that looks
are deceptive under the equator The
bread isn't bread exactly when it is first
picked, but it is II nice, stiff dough in
closed in nutshell about tho size Of a
goose egg. They crack the shell, take
out the dough, knead it little, and it
is ready for baking By thinning 1T
down to u batter with the milk they get
from another tree, our camp cook used
TO make first rate pancakes out of it.
The day I came away he strained the
sweetening out of a quart of ants, mixed
it up with batch of the dough and
made sweet cake that would have been
good enough for anybody's folks to set
out before company.
"The ants that supply the honey, or
strip, or whatever it might be called,
are worth travelling all the way down
there on a mule to see. They are about
the size of n small peanut, and ON their
back Is transparent sack that they dis
til honey into until they swell up as big
as a good sized marble. You con SCOOP
these ants up by the peck. They make
this honey to feed their young on, but
they are so good natured and so suscep-
tble TO familiarity that all one has to
do is to tickle them under the fore
shoulder and they will give you every
drop of honey they have in stock and
then go meellly off to fill up again.
But this accommodating ant isn't
one whit more curious than the tree
that acts i'll the capacity of dairy down
there This tree has big leaf, 50 tough
and lcathery that they usc 1t for half
soling shoes. When they want to milk
one of the trees, they bore Il hole In the
trunk, and it lets down sap as white
and as sweet as any milk you ever read
about i'll summer hotel advertisements
To get sweet milk out of this vegetable
COW, though, you must milk 1t early i'll
the morning. After the sun has been up
two or three hours tho tree gives sour
milk. They tell weird tale down there
about a vengeful snake and q foolhardy
Indian. The snake is Of the deadly ven
omous aphidian family familiar i'll
the tropics by aqueer Indian name which
can't remember and which l couldn t
pronounce if l did remember it, In Eng
lish it is bushman. This particular
snake had n nest of young ones, and the
Indian was foolhardy enough to steal
them. The mother snake followed the
Indian to his hut only to find the dead
bodies of her offspring lying about with
their heads smashed. The mother snake
disappeared Next morning the Indian
went out and tapped his COW tree for
milk, and returning drank it for his
breakfast. He had scarcely swallowed it
when he began to double up and howl
His eyes bulged out and his cheeks turn
ed fiery red and with yell fell dead.
The bushmanp cried his wife The
bushman has stung himp
He had all the symptoms that follow
the bite of that cheerful serpent, but no.
where about him could the marks of the
deadly fangs of one be found upon the
dead Indian. Later they found the
mother bushman lying dead in the
bushes near the COW tree. In the trunk
of the tree, deeply embedded, they dis
covered her poison fangs Then the ter
rible truth was revealed The snake,
despoiled of her family, had avenged
herself on the despoiler. She had min