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There
is
one
puzzling
thing
about
these
prehistoric
memories
of
mine
.
It
is
the
vagueness
of
the
time
element
.
I
lo
not
always
know
the
order
of
events
;
—
or
can
I
tell
,
between
some
events
,
whether
one
,
two
,
or
four
or
five
years
have
elapsed
.
I
can
only
roughly
tell
the
passage
of
time
by
judging
the
changes
in
the
appearance
and
pursuits
of
my
fellows
.
Also
,
I
can
apply
the
logic
of
events
to
the
various
happenings
.
For
instance
,
there
is
no
doubt
whatever
that
my
mother
and
I
were
treed
by
the
wild
pigs
and
fled
and
fell
in
the
days
before
I
made
the
acquaintance
of
Lop
-
Ear
,
who
became
what
I
may
call
my
boyhood
chum
.
And
it
is
just
as
conclusive
that
between
these
two
periods
I
must
have
left
my
mother
.
I
have
no
memory
of
my
father
than
the
one
I
have
given
.
Never
,
in
the
years
that
followed
,
did
he
reappear
.
And
from
my
knowledge
of
the
times
,
the
only
explanation
possible
lies
in
that
he
perished
shortly
after
the
adventure
with
the
wild
pigs
.
That
it
must
have
been
an
untimely
end
,
there
is
no
discussion
.
He
was
in
full
vigor
,
and
only
sudden
and
violent
death
could
have
taken
him
off
.
But
I
know
not
the
manner
of
his
going
—
whether
he
was
drowned
in
the
river
,
or
was
swallowed
by
a
snake
,
or
went
into
the
stomach
of
old
Saber
-
Tooth
,
the
tiger
,
is
beyond
my
knowledge
.
For
know
that
I
remember
only
the
things
I
saw
myself
,
with
my
own
eyes
,
in
those
prehistoric
days
.
If
my
mother
knew
my
father
’
s
end
,
she
never
told
me
.
For
that
matter
I
doubt
if
she
had
a
vocabulary
adequate
to
convey
such
information
.
Perhaps
,
all
told
,
the
Folk
in
that
day
had
a
vocabulary
of
thirty
or
forty
sounds
.
I
call
them
SOUNDS
,
rather
than
WORDS
,
because
sounds
they
were
primarily
.
They
had
no
fixed
values
,
to
be
altered
by
adjectives
and
adverbs
.
These
latter
were
tools
of
speech
not
yet
invented
.
Instead
of
qualifying
nouns
or
verbs
by
the
use
of
adjectives
and
adverbs
,
we
qualified
sounds
by
intonation
,
by
changes
in
quantity
and
pitch
,
by
retarding
and
by
accelerating
.
The
length
of
time
employed
in
the
utterance
of
a
particular
sound
shaded
its
meaning
.
We
had
no
conjugation
.
One
judged
the
tense
by
the
context
.
We
talked
only
concrete
things
because
we
thought
only
concrete
things
.
Also
,
we
depended
largely
on
pantomime
.
The
simplest
abstraction
was
practically
beyond
our
thinking
;
and
when
one
did
happen
to
think
one
,
he
was
hard
put
to
communicate
it
to
his
fellows
.
There
were
no
sounds
for
it
.
He
was
pressing
beyond
the
limits
of
his
vocabulary
.
If
he
invented
sounds
for
it
,
his
fellows
did
not
understand
the
sounds
.
Then
it
was
that
he
fell
back
on
pantomime
,
illustrating
the
thought
wherever
possible
and
at
the
same
time
repeating
the
new
sound
over
and
over
again
.
Thus
language
grew
.
By
the
few
sounds
we
possessed
we
were
enabled
to
think
a
short
distance
beyond
those
sounds
;
then
came
the
need
for
new
sounds
wherewith
to
express
the
new
thought
.
Sometimes
,
however
,
we
thought
too
long
a
distance
in
advance
of
our
sounds
,
managed
to
achieve
abstractions
(
dim
ones
I
grant
)
,
which
we
failed
utterly
to
make
known
to
other
folk
.
After
all
,
language
did
not
grow
fast
in
that
day
.
Oh
,
believe
me
,
we
were
amazingly
simple
.
But
we
did
know
a
lot
that
is
not
known
to
-
day
.
We
could
twitch
our
ears
,
prick
them
up
and
flatten
them
down
at
will
.
And
we
could
scratch
between
our
shoulders
with
ease
.
We
could
throw
stones
with
our
feet
.
I
have
done
it
many
a
time
.
And
for
that
matter
,
I
could
keep
my
knees
straight
,
bend
forward
from
the
hips
,
and
touch
,
not
the
tips
of
my
fingers
,
but
the
points
of
my
elbows
,
to
the
ground
.
And
as
for
bird
-
nesting
—
well
,
I
only
wish
the
twentieth
-
century
boy
could
see
us
.
But
we
made
no
collections
of
eggs
.
We
ate
them
.
I
remember
—
but
I
out
-
run
my
story
.
First
let
me
tell
of
Lop
-
Ear
and
our
friendship
.
Very
early
in
my
life
,
I
separated
from
my
mother
.
Possibly
this
was
because
,
after
the
death
of
my
father
,
she
took
to
herself
a
second
husband
.
I
have
few
recollections
of
him
,
and
they
are
not
of
the
best
.
He
was
a
light
fellow
.
There
was
no
solidity
to
him
.
He
was
too
voluble
.
His
infernal
chattering
worries
me
even
now
as
I
think
of
it
.
His
mind
was
too
inconsequential
to
permit
him
to
possess
purpose
.
Monkeys
in
their
cages
always
remind
me
of
him
.
He
was
monkeyish
.
That
is
the
best
description
I
can
give
of
him
.
