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upon　the　village。　　For　the　first　time　we　saw　the　women

and　children　of　the　Fire　People。　　The　latter　ran　for

the　most　part　naked；　though　the　former　wore　skins　of

wild　animals。



The　Fire　People；　like　ourselves；　lived　in　caves。　　The

open　space　in　front　of　the　caves　sloped　down　to　the

river；　and　in　the　open　space　burned　many　small　fires。

But　whether　or　not　the　Fire　People　cooked　their　food；　I

do　not　know。　　Lop…Ear　and　I　did　not　see　them　cook。　　Yet

it　is　my　opinion　that　they　surely　must　have　performed

some　sort　of　rude　cookery。　　Like　us；　they　carried　water

in　gourds　from　the　river。　　There　was　much　coming　and

going；　and　loud　cries　made　by　the　women　and　children。

The　latter　played　about　and　cut　up　antics　quite　in　the

same　way　as　did　the　children　of　the　Folk；　and　they　more

nearly　resembled　the　children　of　the　Folk　than　did　the

grown　Fire　People　resemble　the　grown　Folk。



Lop…Ear　and　I　did　not　linger　long。　　We　saw　some　of　the

part…grown　boys　shooting　with　bow　and　arrow；　and　we

sneaked　back　into　the　thicker　forest　and　made　our　way

to　the　river。　　And　there　we　found　a　catamaran；　a　real

catamaran；　one　evidently　made　by　some　Fire…Man。　　The

two　logs　were　small　and　straight；　and　were　lashed

together　by　means　of　tough　roots　and　crosspieces　of

wood。



This　time　the　idea　occurred　simultaneously　to　us。　　We

were　trying　to　escape　out　of　the　Fire　People's

territory。　　What　better　way　than　by　crossing　the　river

on　these　logs？　　We　climbed　on　board　and　shoved　off。　　A

sudden　something　gripped　the　catamaran　and　flung　it

downstream　violently　against　the　bank。　　The　abrupt

stoppage　almost　whipped　us　off　into　the　water。　　The

catamaran　was　tied　to　a　tree　by　a　rope　of　twisted

roots。　　This　we　untied　before　shoving　off　again。



By　the　time　we　had　paddled　well　out　into　the　current；

we　had　drifted　so　far　downstream　that　we　were　in　full

view　of　the　Fire　People's　abiding…place。　　So　occupied

were　we　with　our　paddling；　our　eyes　fixed　upon　the

other　bank；　that　we　knew　nothing　until　aroused　by　a

yell　from　the　shore。　　We　looked　around。　　There　were　the

Fire　People；　many　of　them；　looking　at　us　and　pointing

at　us；　and　more　were　crawling　out　of　the　caves。　　We　sat

up　to　watch；　and　forgot　all　about　paddling。　　There　was

a　great　hullabaloo　on　the　shore。　　Some　of　the　Fire…Men

discharged　their　bows　at　us；　and　a　few　of　the　arrows

fell　near　us；　but　the　range　was　too　great。



It　was　a　great　day　for　Lop…Ear　and　me。　　To　the　east　the

conflagration　we　had　started　was　filling　half　the　sky

with　smoke。　And　here　we　were；　perfectly　safe　in　the

middle　of　the　river；　encircling　the　Fire　People's

stronghold。　　We　sat　and　laughed　at　them　as　we　dashed

by；　swinging　south；　and　southeast　to　east；　and　even　to

northeast；　and　then　east　again；　southeast　and　south　and

on　around　to　the　west；　a　great　double　curve　where　the

river　nearly　tied　a　knot　in　itself。



As　we　swept　on　to　the　west；　the　Fire　People　far　behind；

a　familiar　scene　flashed　upon　our　eyes。



It　was　the　great　drinking…place；　where　we　had　wandered

once　or　twice　to　watch　the　circus　of　the　animals　when

they　came　down　to　drink。　　Beyond　it；　we　knew；　was　the

carrot　patch；　and　beyond　that　the　caves　and　the

abiding…place　of　the　horde。　　We　began　to　paddle　for　the

bank　that　slid　swiftly　past；　and　before　we　knew　it　we

were　down　upon　the　drinking…places　used　by　the　horde。

There　were　the　women　and　children；　the　water　carriers；

a　number　of　them；　filling　their　gourds。　　At　sight　of　us

they　stampeded　madly　up　the　run…ways；　leaving　behind

them　a　trail　of　gourds　they　had　dropped。



We　landed；　and　of　course　we　neglected　to　tie　up　the

catamaran；　which　floated　off　down　the　river。　　Right

cautiously　we　crept　up　a　run…way。　　The　Folk　had　all

disappeared　into　their　holes；　though　here　and　there　we

could　see　a　face　peering　out　at　us。　　There　was　no　sign

of　Red…Eye。　　We　were　home　again。　　And　that　night　we

slept　in　our　own　little　cave　high　up　on　the　cliff；

though　first　we　had　to　evict　a　couple　of　pugnacious

youngsters　who　had　taken　possession。







CHAPTER　XIV





The　months　came　and　went。　　The　drama　and　tragedy　of　the

future　were　yet　to　come　upon　the　stage；　and　in　the

meantime　we　pounded　nuts　and　lived。　　Itvas　a　good

year；　I　remember；　for　nuts。　　We　used　to　fill　gourds

with　nuts　and　carry　them　to　the　pounding…places。　　We

placed　them　in　depressions　in　the　rock；　and；　with　a

piece　of　rock　in　our　hands；　we　cracked　them　and　ate

them　as　we　cracked。



It　was　the　fall　of　the　year　when　Lop…Ear　and　I　returned

from　our　long　adventure…journey；　and　the　winter　that

followed　was　mild。　　I　made　frequent　trips　to　the

neighborhood　of　my　old　home…tree；　and　frequently　I

searched　the　whole　territory　that　lay　between　the

blueberry　swamp　and　the　mouth　of　the　slough　where

Lop…Ear　and　I　had　learned　navigation；　but　no　clew　could

I　get　of　the　Swift　One。　She　had　disappeared。　　And　I

wanted　her。　　I　was　impelled　by　that　hunger　which　I　have

mentioned；　and　which　was　akin　to　physical　hunger；

albeit　it　came　often　upon　me　when　my　stomach　was　full。

But　all　my　search　was　vain。



Life　was　not　monotonous　at　the　caves；　however。　　There

was　Red…Eye　to　be　considered。　　Lop…Ear　and　I　never　knew

a　moment's　peace　except　when　we　were　in　our　own　little

cave。　　In　spite　of　the　enlargement　of　the　entrance　we

had　made；　it　was　still　a　tight　squeeze　for　us　to　get

in。　　And　though　from　time　to　time　we　continued　to

enlarge；　it　was　still　too　small　for　Red…Eye's　monstrous

body。　　But　he　never　stormed　our　cave　again。　　He　had

learned　the　lesson　well；　and　he　carried　on　his　neck　a

bulging　lump　to　show　where　I　had　hit　him　with　the　rock。

This　lump　never　went　away；　and　it　was　prominent　enough

to　be　seen　at　a　distance。　　I　often　took　great　delight

in　watching　that　evidence　of　my　handiwork；　and

sometimes；　when　I　was　myself　assuredly　safe；　the　sight

of　it　caused　me　to　laugh。



While　the　other　Folk　would　not　have　come　to　our　rescue

had　Red…Eye　proceeded　to　tear　Lop…Ear　and　me　to　pieces

before　their　eyes；　nevertheless　they　sympathized　with

us。　　Possibly　it　was　not　sympathy　but　the　way　they

expressed　their　hatred　for　Red…Eye；　at　any　rate　they

always　warned　us　of　his　approach。　　Whether　in　the

forest；　at　the　drinking…places；　or　in　the　open　space

before　the　caves；　they　were　always　quick　to　warn　us。

Thus　we　had　the　advantage　of　many　eyes　in　our　feud　with

Red…Eye；　the　atavism。



Once　he　nearly　got　me。　　It　was　early　in　the　morning；

and　the　Folk　were　not　yet　up。　　The　surprise　was

complete。　　I　was　cut　off　from　the　way　up　the　cliff　to

my　cave。　　Before　I　knew　it　I　had　dashed　into　the

double…cave；the　cave　where　Lop…Ear　had　first　eluded

me　long　years　before；　and　where　old　Saber…Tooth　had

come　to　discomfiture　when　he　pursued　the　two　Folk。　　By

the　time　I　had　got　through　the　connecting　passage

between　the　two　caves；　I　discovered　that　Red…Eye　was

not　following　me。　　The　next　moment　he　charged　into　the

cave　from　the　outside。　　I　slipped　back　through　the

passage；　and　he　charged　out　and　around　and　in　upon　me

again。　　I　merely　repeated　my　performance　of　slipping

through　the　passage。



He　kept　me　there　half　a　day　before　he　gave　up。　　After

that；　when　Lop…Ear　and　I　were　reasonably　sure　of

gaining　the　double…cave；　we　did　not　retreat　up　the

cliff　to　our　own　cave　when　Red…Eye　came　upon　the　scene。

All　we　did　was　to　keep　an　eye　on　him　and　see　that　he

did　not　cut　across　our　line　of　retreat。



It　was　during　this　winter　that　Red…Eye　killed　his

latest　wife　with　abuse　and　repeated　beatings。　　I　have

called　him　an　atavism；　but　in　this　he　was　worse　than　an

atavism；　for　the　males　of　the　lower　animals　do　not

maltreat　and　murder　their　mates。　　In　this　I　take　it

that　Red…Eye；　in　spite　of　his　tremendous　atavistic

tendencies；　foreshadowed　the　coming　of　man；　for　it　is

the　males　of　the　human　species　only　that　murder　their

mates。



As　was　to　be　expected；　with　the　doing　away　of　one　wife

Red…Eye　proceeded　to　get　another。　　He　decided　upon　the

Singing　One。　　She　was　the　granddaughter　of　old

Marrow…Bone；　and　the　daughter　of　the　Hairless　One。　　She

was　a　young　thing；　greatly　given　to　singing　at　the

mouth　of　her　cave　in　the　twilight；　and　she　had　but

recently　mated　with　Crooked…Leg。　　He　was　a　quiet

individual；　molesting　no　one　and　not　given　to　bickering

with　his　fellows。　　He　was　no　fighter　anyway。　　He　was

small　and　lean；　and　not　so　active　on　his　legs　as　the

rest　of　us。



Red…Eye　never　committed　a　more　outrageous　deed。　　It　was

in　the　quiet　at　the　end　of　the　day；　when　we　began　to

congregate　in　the　open　space　before　climbing　into　our

caves。　　Suddenly　the　Singing　One　dashed　up　a　run…way

from　a　drinking…place；　pursued　by　Red…Eye。　She　ran　to

her　husband。　　Poor　little　Crooked…Leg　was　terribly

scared。　　But　he　was　a　hero。　　He　knew　that　death　was

upon　him；　yet　he　did　not　run　away。　　He　stood　up；　and

chattered；　bristled；　and　showed　his　teeth。



Red…Eye　roared　with　rage。　　It　was　an　offence　to　him

that　any　of　the　Folk　should　dare　to　withstand　him。　　His

hand　shot　out　and　clutched　Crooked…Leg　by　the　neck。

The　latter　sank　his　teeth　into　Red…Eye's　arm；　but　the

next　moment；　with　a　broken　neck；　Crooked…Leg　was

floundering　and　squirming　on　the　ground。　　The　Singing

One　screeched　and　gibbered。　　Red…Eye　seized　her　by　the

hair　of　her　head　and　dragged　her　toward　his　cave。　　He

handled　her　roughly　when　the　climb　began；　and　he

dragged　and　hauled　her　up　into　the　cave。



We　were　very　angry；　insanely；　vociferously　angry。

Beating　our　chests；　bristling；　and　gnashing　our　teeth；

we　gathered　together　in　our　rage。　　We　felt　the　prod　of

gregarious　instinct；　the　drawing　together　as　though　for

united　action；　the　impulse　toward　cooperation。　　In　dim

ways　this　need　for　united　action　was　impressed　upon　us。

But　there　was　no　way　to　achieve　it　because　there　was　no

way　to　express　it。　　We　did　not　turn　to；　all　of　us；　and

destroy　Red…Eye；　because　we　lacked　a　vocabulary。　　We

were　vaguely　thinking　thoughts　for　which　there　were　no

thought…symbols。　These　thought…symbols　were　yet　to　be

slowly　and　painfully　invented。



We　tried　to　freight　sound　with　the　vague　thoughts　that

flitted　like　shadows　through　our　consciousness。　　The

Hairless　One　began　to　chatter　loudly。　　By　his　noises　he

expressed　anger　against　Red…Eye　and　desire　to　hurt

Red…Eye。　　Thus　far　he　got；　and　thus　far　we　understood。

But　when　he　tried　to　express　the　cooperative　impulse

that　stirred　within　him；　his　noises　became　gibberish。

Then　Big…Face；　with　brow…bristling　and　chest…pounding；

began　to　chatter。　One　after　another　of　us　joined　in　the

orgy　of　rage；　until　even　old　Marrow…Bone　was　mumbling

and　spluttering　with　his　cracked　voice　and　withered

lips。　　Some　one　seized　a　stick　and　began　pounding　a

log。　　In　a　moment　he　had　struck　a　rhythm。

Unconsciously；　our　yells　and　exclamations　yielded　to

this　rhythm。　　It　had　a　soothing　effect　upon　us；　and

before　we　knew　it；　our　rag