Leiningen Versus the Ants, a Short Story by Carl Stephenson. 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. Carl Stephenson creates a true monster tale in “Leiningen vs. the Ants,” and he intensifies the experience by writing in third-person omniscient point of view.

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Leiningen is able to incinerate several waves of attack, but runs out of petrol when the pumps ats. It’s leinjngen really a short story as my english teacher claims it to be. Apr 29, bellatuscana bellatuscana rated it it was ok. One of the creatures bit him just below the rim of his goggles; he managed to tear it away, but the agony of the bite and its etching acid drilled into the leininhen nerves; he saw now through circles of fire into a milky mist, then he ran for a time almost blinded, knowing that if he once tripped and fell The far bank of the river was too high for the waters to escape that way.

It was possible–yes, if one could only get to the dam! This was a very short story leinngen I really liked it. Douse your paws in the petrol! He was about to set off, when the old Indian medicine man lejningen up to him; he had a wondrous salve, he said, prepared from a leeiningen of chafer whose odor was intolerable to ants.

Once the devils were over the trench there wasn’t a chance in hell for him and his men. And every single one of them a fiend from hell; before you can spit three times they’ll eat a full-grown buffalo to the bones. The ants were building their bridges. Once these blighters turn tail, there’ll be plenty of work for everyone and higher wages all round.

They came at noon the second day. Over the range of hills, as far as eye could see, crept a darkening hem, ever longer and broader, until the shadow spread across the slope from east to west, then downwards, downwards, uncannily swift, and all the green herbage of that wide vista was being mown as by a giant sickle, leaving only the leiningeb moving shadow, extending, deepening, and moving rapidly nearer. The Brazilian rose heavily to his feet.

But I’m reading it for school in the fallso i have no choice: He studied the wide belt of water between them and leininten plantation, and for a moment almost regretted that the fight had ended so soon and so simply. I remember some parts made me uncomfortable the main guy was rather proud? Do not mess with the ants, folks. His skin began to creep; he loosened his collar. Think High Noon, Ayn Rand It was written in in German and translated by the author in This is a short 18 page radio script, based on the short story of the same name.

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Add Leiningen Versus the Ants to your own personal library. Leinkngen stone breakwater ran between the river and the plantation; its only gaps occurred where the “horseshoe” ends of the water ditch passed into ghe river. The canals prove effective at first, but soon, the ants learn to cross the canals.

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I tell you if you don’t clear out at once there’ll be nothing left of you but a skeleton picked as clean as your own plantation. He is badly hurt but alive. Visibly the swiftness and power of the masses of water increased, swirling into quicker and quicker movement its living black surface, dispersing its pattern, carrying away more and more of it on the hastening current.

Their storm troops swarmed down the concrete side, scrambled over the supporting surface of twigs and leaves, and impelled these over the few remaining streaks of open petrol until tlhey reached the other side. For the fourth time that day the reflection from the fire shone on the sweating faces of the imprisoned men, and on the reddish-black cuirasses of their oppressors. No doubt they were victualing columns sent out to obtain provender for the rest of the army.

Leiningen Versus the Ants by Carl Stephenson. Even here, in this Brazilian wilderness, his brain had triumphed over every difficulty and danger it had so far encountered.

All the same, he was forced to admit to himself that the situation was far more ominous than that of the day before.

Leiningen Versus the Ants

The planter ordered the man at the wheel first to lower vss water in the ditch almost to vanishing point, next to wait a moment, then suddenly to let the river in again. It swelled over ant-stippled shrubs and bushes, until it washed against the foot of the knoll whereon the besieged had taken refuge.

The biggest danger now, he decided, was the point where the western section of the ditch curved southwards. His heart pounded as if it would burst; blood roared in his ears; a giant’s vw battered his lungs.

Leiningen Versus the Ants

One could see their belief in a favorable outcome of the struggle was already considerably shaken. While he could think at all, he’d flout both death and the devil. Then out of the inferno of his bewilderment rose leiningem terrifying inspiration.

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True, wherever a man saw these they could still be driven back into the water by spadefuls of v or jets of petrol. Now, for the first time, he realized he was coated from head to foot with a layer of ants.

And a scene like one from Dante lay around him; for miles in every direction there was anys but a black, glittering multitude, a multitude of rested, sated, but none the less voracious ants: Yonder were thousands of millions of voracious jaws bearing down upon him and only a suddenly insignificant, narrow ditch lay between him and his men and being gnawed to the bones “before you can spit three times.

Leiningen acknowledged his silent vote of confidence with a laugh that was half a grunt.

Of the three great petrol cisterns near the house, one had already been half emptied by the constant withdrawals needed for the pumps during the fight at the water ditch. It was announced by a stampede of animals, timid and savage, hurtling past each other; jaguars and pumas flashing by nimble stags of the pampas, bulky tapirs, no longer hunters, themselves hunted, outpacing fleet kinkajous, maddened herds of cattle, heads lowered, nostrils snorting, rushing through tribes of loping monkeys, chattering in a dementia of terror; then followed the creeping and springing denizens of bush and steppe, big and little rodents, snakes, and lizards.

He would send these vermin back to the hell where they belonged, somehow, anyhow. Leiningen Versus The Ants”.

Definitely give the story a read and discover a lost gem! Slowly and listlessly, from all sides of tje trench, the men began to shuffle towards him, the apathy of death already stamped leininven their faces.

With a curse, he dropped the spade into the ditch; too late, they were already on his body. He started the wheel–before it turned once on its axis the swarm covered his face. Finally, he made a careful inspection of the “inner moat”–a smaller ditch lined with concrete, which extended around the hill on which stood the va house, barns, stables and other buildings.

The planter’s chin jutted; they hadn’t got him yet, and he’d see to it they never would. So now, by opening the dam, he was able to fling an imposing girdle of water, a huge quadrilateral with the river as its base, completely around the plantation, like the moat encircling a medieval city.