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lived; for he moved and squirmed; clawing with his

hands and feet。  I remember the Fire…Man running

forward with a stone and hammering him on the

head。。。and then I remember no more。



Always; during my childhood; at this stage of the

dream; did I wake up screaming with frightto find;

often; my mother or nurse; anxious and startled; by my

bedside; passing soothing hands through my hair and

telling me that they were there and that there was

nothing to fear。



My next dream; in the order of succession; begins

always with the flight of Lop…Ear and myself through

the forest。  The Fire…Man and Broken…Tooth and the tree

of the tragedy are gone。  Lop…Ear and I; in a cautious

panic; are fleeing through the trees。  In my right leg

is a burning pain; and from the flesh; protruding head

and shaft from either side; is an arrow of the

Fire…Man。  Not only did the pull and strain of it pain

me severely; but it bothered my movements and made it

impossible for me to keep up with Lop…Ear。



At last I gave up; crouching in the secure fork of a

tree。  Lop…Ear went right on。  I called to himmost

plaintively; I remember; and he stopped and looked

back。  Then he returned to me; climbing into the fork

and examining the arrow。  He tried to pull it out; but

one way the flesh resisted the barbed lead; and the

other way it resisted the feathered shaft。  Also; it

hurt grievously; and I stopped him。



For some time we crouched there; Lop…Ear nervous and

anxious to be gone; perpetually and apprehensively

peering this way and that; and myself whimpering softly

and sobbing。  Lop…Ear was plainly in a funk; and yet

his conduct in remaining by me; in spite of his fear; I

take as a foreshadowing of the altruism and comradeship

that have helped make man the mightiest of the animals。



Once again Lop…Ear tried to drag the arrow through the

flesh; and I angrily stopped him。  Then he bent down

and began gnawing the shaft of the arrow with his

teeth。  As he did so he held the arrow firmly in both

hands so that it would not play about in the wound; and

at the same time I held on to him。  I often meditate

upon this scenethe two of us; half…grown cubs; in the

childhood of the race; and the one mastering his fear;

beating down his selfish impulse of flight; in order to

stand by and succor the other。  And there rises up

before me all that was there foreshadowed; and I see

visions of Damon and Pythias; of life…saving crews and

Red Cross nurses; of martyrs and leaders of forlorn

hopes; of Father Damien; and of the Christ himself; and

of all the men of earth; mighty of stature; whose

strength may trace back to the elemental loins of

Lop…Ear and Big…Tooth and other dim denizens of the

Younger World。



When Lop…Ear had chewed off the head of the arrow; the

shaft was withdrawn easily enough。  I started to go on;

but this time it was he that stopped me。  My leg was

bleeding profusely。  Some of the smaller veins had

doubtless been ruptured。  Running out to the end of a

branch; Lop…Ear gathered a handful of green leaves。

These he stuffed into the wound。  They accomplished the

purpose; for the bleeding soon stopped。  Then we went

on together; back to the safety of the caves。







CHAPTER VIII





Well do I remember that first winter after I left home。

I have long dreams of sitting shivering in the cold。

Lop…Ear and I sit close together; with our arms and

legs about each other; blue…faced and with chattering

teeth。  It got particularly crisp along toward morning。

In those chill early hours we slept little; huddling

together in numb misery and waiting for the sunrise in

order to get warm。



When we went outside there was a crackle of frost under

foot。  One morning we discovered ice on the surface of

the quiet water in the eddy where was the

drinking…place; and there was a great How…do…you…do

about it。  Old Marrow…Bone was the oldest member of the

horde; and he had never seen anything like it before。

I remember the worried; plaintive look that came into

his eyes as he examined the ice。  (This plaintive look

always came into our eyes when we did not understand a

thing; or when we felt the prod of some vague and

inexpressible desire。) Red…Eye; too; when he

investigated the ice; looked bleak and plaintive; and

stared across the river into the northeast; as though

in some way he connected the Fire People with this

latest happening。



But we found ice only on that one morning; and that was

the coldest winter we experienced。  I have no memory of

other winters when it was so cold。  I have often

thought that that cold winter was a fore…runner of the

countless cold winters to come; as the ice…sheet from

farther north crept down over the face of the land。 But

we never saw that ice…sheet。  Many generations must

have passed away before the descendants of the horde

migrated south; or remained and adapted themselves to

the changed conditions。



Life was hit or miss and happy…go…lucky with us。

Little was ever planned; and less was executed。  We ate

when we were hungry; drank when we were thirsty;

avoided our carnivorous enemies; took shelter in the

caves at night; and for the rest just sort of played

along through life。



We were very curious; easily amused; and full of tricks

and pranks。  There was no seriousness about us; except

when we were in danger or were angry; in which cases

the one was quickly forgotten and the other as quickly

got over。



We were inconsecutive; illogical; and inconsequential。

We had no steadfastness of purpose; and it was here

that the Fire People were ahead of us。  They possessed

all these things of which we possessed so little。

Occasionally; however; especially in the realm of the

emotions; we were capable of long…cherished purpose。

The faithfulness of the monogamic couples I have

referred to may be explained as a matter of habit; but

my long desire for the Swift One cannot be so

explained; any more than can be explained the undying

enmity between me and Red…Eye。



But it was our inconsequentiality and stupidity that

especially distresses me when I look back upon that

life in the long ago。 Once I found a broken gourd which

happened to lie right side up and which had been filled

with the rain。  The water was sweet; and I drank it。  I

even took the gourd down to the stream and filled it

with more water; some of which I drank and some of

which I poured over Lop…Ear。  And then I threw the

gourd away。  It never entered my head to fill the gourd

with water and carry it into my cave。  Yet often I was

thirsty at night; especially after eating wild onions

and watercress; and no one ever dared leave the caves

at night for a drink。



Another time I found a dry; gourd; inside of which the

seeds rattled。  I had fun with it for a while。  But it

was a play thing; nothing more。  And yet; it was not

long after this that the using of gourds for storing

water became the general practice of the horde。  But I

was not the inventor。  The honor was due to old

Marrow…Bone; and it is fair to assume that it was the

necessity of his great age that brought about the

innovation。



At any rate; the first member of the horde to use

gourds was Marrow…Bone。  He kept a supply of

drinking…water in his cave; which cave belonged to his

son; the Hairless One; who permitted him to occupy a

corner of it。  We used to see Marrow…Bone filling his

gourd at the drinking…place and carrying it carefully

up to his cave。  Imitation was strong in the Folk; and

first one; and then another and another; procured a

gourd and used it in similar fashion; until it was a

general practice with all of us so to store water。



Sometimes old Marrow…Bone had sick spells and was

unable to leave the cave。  Then it was that the

Hairless One filled the gourd for him。  A little later;

the Hairless One deputed the task to Long…Lip; his

son。  And after tha

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