“Leiningen Versus the Ants” is a gripping tale of Man versus Nature. As a virtual plague of voracious, thinking creatures marches toward the expansive coffee. Leiningen Versus the Ants has ratings and 26 reviews. Gbolahan said: Read this some 25 years ago. Can’t remember where (a collection of short stories. Leiningen Versus the Ants, a Short Story by Carl Stephenson.

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Jan 02, Marcia rated it really liked it. Leiningen now had them lopped so that ants could not descend from them within the “moat. But you’re pulling my leg of course when you say I must do a bunk. And Leiningen, riding–no longer casually–along his side of the ditch, noticed by energetic and widespread movements of troops that for some unknown reason the news of the check had its greatest effect on the southern front, where the main army was massed.

A third rode away to summon to the zone of the offensive all the men, except the observation posts, on the near-by sections of the ditch, which were not yet actively threatened. The water had collected and mounted in the great “saucer,” while the ants had in vain attempted to reach the hill on which stood the ranch house.

Leiningen Versus the Ants

Long after the launch had disappeared round the bend, Leiningen leiningeen he could still hear that dimming imploring voice, “You don’t know them, I tell you! Even as Macbeth watched the approach of Birnam Wood in the hands of his enemies, Leiningen saw the tamarind wood move nearer and nearer in the mandibles of the ants. The planter’s chin jutted; they hadn’t leinibgen him yet, and he’d see to it they never would.

He started of towards the northwest corner of the trench. That’s how he himself would look before you can–Leiningen spat once, and put spurs to his horse. Even here, in this Brazilian wilderness, his brain had triumphed over every difficulty and danger it had so far encountered. The Indian smeared the boss’ boots, his gauntlets, and his face over and over with the extract.


Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. As usual, they had attacked its eyes first. It’s a good story all the same, though. Apr 29, bellatuscana bellatuscana rated it it was ok. This tactic was at first successful. When warned of an approaching cataclysm — a large swarm of ants leininngen their way through the jungle as an unstoppable force consuming everything in their path — Leiningen refuses to yield like his neighbors:.

The discovery leiniingen not surprise Leiningen.

Leiningen Versus the Ants

This is a short 18 page fhe script, based on the short story of the same name. Would the verzus never learn that their self-sacrifice was utterly senseless? In the excitement of the fight the greater part of the day had passed without the men once pausing to snatch a bite.

They were just in time to aim a stream of petrol at a column of ants that had already crossed and drive them back down the incline into the ditch.

Jan 09, Amy Other Amy rated it liked it Shelves: Once again they withdrew; once again petrol flowed into the ditch. They lost no time; wherever they encountered bare flesh they bit deeply; a few, bigger than the rest, carried in their hind-quarters a sting which injected a burning and paralyzing venom.

A radio script adapted from Carl Stephenson’s famous short story about a man’s fignt against a vast army of ants threatening to ans the man’s jungle plantation.

The ants responded to these vigorous and successful measures of defence by further developments of their offensive. Leiningen mounted his horse, which at the feel of its master seemed to forget its uneasiness, and rode leisurely in the direction of the threatening offensive.


Slowly and listlessly, from all sides of the trench, the men began to shuffle towards him, the apathy thd death already stamped on their faces. Leaves after leaves rustled down the slope into the water, where the current drew them away from the bank and carried them into midstream.

This “short story” is so boringit gives me massive headaches! Their frantic screams dumfounded the man at the weir. Then he pulled out his watch.

He saw he was drawing appreciably nearer the weir–the distance grew less and less–sank to five hundred–three–two–one hundred yards. Then, as he rode past the stretch where the ants had failed to cross the day before, he witnessed a brief but impressive scene.

So its leininyen would not only be forced to inundate into the plantation, they would also be held there by the breakwater until they rose to its own high level.

But the reported enemy was by no means unfamiliar to the planter. For a while an alluvial of ants tried again and again to attain this dry leinihgen, only to be repulsed by streams of petrol back into the merciless flood.

As the war between his brain and the “act of God” veersus its climax, the very shadow of annihilation began to pale to Leiningen, who now felt like a champion in a new Olympic game, a gigantic and thrilling contest, from which he was determined to emerge victor.