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As
he
climbed
to
the
fork
,
I
fled
out
the
great
horizontal
limb
.
He
followed
me
,
and
out
I
went
,
farther
and
farther
.
At
last
I
was
out
amongst
the
small
twigs
and
leaves
.
The
Chatterer
was
ever
a
coward
,
and
greater
always
than
any
anger
he
ever
worked
up
was
his
caution
.
He
was
afraid
to
follow
me
out
amongst
the
leaves
and
twigs
.
For
that
matter
,
his
greater
weight
would
have
crashed
him
through
the
foliage
before
he
could
have
got
to
me
.
But
it
was
not
necessary
for
him
to
reach
me
,
and
well
he
knew
it
,
the
scoundrel
!
With
a
malevolent
expression
on
his
face
,
his
beady
eyes
gleaming
with
cruel
intelligence
,
he
began
teetering
.
Teetering
!
—
and
with
me
out
on
the
very
edge
of
the
bough
,
clutching
at
the
twigs
that
broke
continually
with
my
weight
.
Twenty
feet
beneath
me
was
the
earth
.
Wildly
and
more
—
wildly
he
teetered
,
grinning
at
me
his
gloating
hatred
.
Then
came
the
end
.
All
four
holds
broke
at
the
same
time
,
and
I
fell
,
back
-
downward
,
looking
up
at
him
,
my
hands
and
feet
still
clutching
the
broken
twigs
.
Luckily
,
there
were
no
wild
pigs
under
me
,
and
my
fall
was
broken
by
the
tough
and
springy
bushes
.
Usually
,
my
falls
destroy
my
dreams
,
the
nervous
shock
being
sufficient
to
bridge
the
thousand
centuries
in
an
instant
and
hurl
me
wide
awake
into
my
little
bed
,
where
,
perchance
,
I
lie
sweating
and
trembling
and
hear
the
cuckoo
clock
calling
the
hour
in
the
hall
.
But
this
dream
of
my
leaving
home
I
have
had
many
times
,
and
never
yet
have
I
been
awakened
by
it
.
Always
do
I
crash
,
shrieking
,
down
through
the
brush
and
fetch
up
with
a
bump
on
the
ground
.
Scratched
and
bruised
and
whimpering
,
I
lay
where
I
had
fallen
.
Peering
up
through
the
bushes
,
I
could
see
the
Chatterer
.
He
had
set
up
a
demoniacal
chant
of
joy
and
was
keeping
time
to
it
with
his
teetering
.
I
quickly
hushed
my
whimpering
.
I
was
no
longer
in
the
safety
of
the
trees
,
and
I
knew
the
danger
I
ran
of
bringing
upon
myself
the
hunting
animals
by
too
audible
an
expression
of
my
grief
.
I
remember
,
as
my
sobs
died
down
,
that
I
became
interested
in
watching
the
strange
light
-
effects
produced
by
partially
opening
and
closing
my
tear
-
wet
eyelids
.
Then
I
began
to
investigate
,
and
found
that
I
was
not
so
very
badly
damaged
by
my
fall
.
I
had
lost
some
hair
and
hide
,
here
and
there
;
the
sharp
and
jagged
end
of
a
broken
branch
had
thrust
fully
an
inch
into
my
forearm
;
and
my
right
hip
,
which
had
borne
the
brunt
of
my
contact
with
the
ground
,
was
aching
intolerably
.
But
these
,
after
all
,
were
only
petty
hurts
.
No
bones
were
broken
,
and
in
those
days
the
flesh
of
man
had
finer
healing
qualities
than
it
has
to
-
day
.
Yet
it
was
a
severe
fall
,
for
I
limped
with
my
injured
hip
for
fully
a
week
afterward
.
Next
,
as
I
lay
in
the
bushes
,
there
came
upon
me
a
feeling
of
desolation
,
a
consciousness
that
I
was
homeless
.
I
made
up
my
mind
never
to
return
to
my
mother
and
the
Chatterer
.
I
would
go
far
away
through
the
terrible
forest
,
and
find
some
tree
for
myself
in
which
to
roost
.
As
for
food
,
I
knew
where
to
find
it
.
For
the
last
year
at
least
I
had
not
been
beholden
to
my
mother
for
food
.
All
she
had
furnished
me
was
protection
and
guidance
.
I
crawled
softly
out
through
the
bushes
.
Once
I
looked
back
and
saw
the
Chatterer
still
chanting
and
teetering
.
It
was
not
a
pleasant
sight
.
I
knew
pretty
well
how
to
be
cautious
,
and
I
was
exceedingly
careful
on
this
my
first
journey
in
the
world
.
