. The adventures of a tropical tramp. w si ^ ^ O o ^ « ^M 1—t r a. /^ as o ^ E-« —^ ps. FISH < !. -^I 1 Si ^-^.~aX a. Canoeing Through the Wilderness 271 never cease to itch. The trouble is that theynever start to itch until the gnat has finished bit-ing and flown away, making revenge difficult. Even when in the canoe we kept under ourmosquito nets. These gave us some protection,although the insects were so small that they couldsometimes go through the mesh. The little fel-lows seemed to go through and pull the big onesin after them. But once inside, they apparentlyfelt trapped, for instead
. The adventures of a tropical tramp. w si ^ ^ O o ^ « ^M 1—t r a. /^ as o ^ E-« —^ ps. FISH < !. -^I 1 Si ^-^.~aX a. Canoeing Through the Wilderness 271 never cease to itch. The trouble is that theynever start to itch until the gnat has finished bit-ing and flown away, making revenge difficult. Even when in the canoe we kept under ourmosquito nets. These gave us some protection,although the insects were so small that they couldsometimes go through the mesh. The little fel-lows seemed to go through and pull the big onesin after them. But once inside, they apparentlyfelt trapped, for instead of biting us they soughtto get out again. Wlien we stopped for lunch, however, therewas no defense. The gnats rose in swarms fromthe sand and hovered about us in clouds. Inwaving our hands before our face we struckdown hundreds of them, but other hundreds im-mediately took their places. They were as thickas the particles of dust in a sandstorm. Theygot into the nose and into the mouth. Our handswould be black with them. Our faces, when wehad finished lunch and crawled back under ou
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