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I
gave
no
thought
as
to
where
I
was
going
.
I
had
but
one
purpose
,
and
that
was
to
go
away
beyond
the
reach
of
the
Chatterer
.
I
climbed
into
the
trees
and
wandered
on
amongst
them
for
hours
,
passing
from
tree
to
tree
and
never
touching
the
ground
.
But
I
did
not
go
in
any
particular
direction
,
nor
did
I
travel
steadily
.
It
was
my
nature
,
as
it
was
the
nature
of
all
my
folk
,
to
be
inconsequential
.
Besides
,
I
was
a
mere
child
,
and
I
stopped
a
great
deal
to
play
by
the
way
.
The
events
that
befell
me
on
my
leaving
home
are
very
vague
in
my
mind
.
My
dreams
do
not
cover
them
.
Much
has
my
other
-
self
forgotten
,
and
particularly
at
this
very
period
Nor
have
I
been
able
to
frame
up
the
various
dreams
so
as
to
bridge
the
gap
between
my
leaving
the
home
-
tree
and
my
arrival
at
the
caves
.
I
remember
that
several
times
I
came
to
open
spaces
.
These
I
crossed
in
great
trepidation
,
descending
to
the
ground
and
running
at
the
top
of
my
speed
.
I
remember
that
there
were
days
of
rain
and
days
of
sunshine
,
so
that
I
must
have
wandered
alone
for
quite
a
time
.
I
especially
dream
of
my
misery
in
the
rain
,
and
of
my
sufferings
from
hunger
and
how
I
appeased
it
.
One
very
strong
impression
is
of
hunting
little
lizards
on
the
rocky
top
of
an
open
knoll
.
They
ran
under
the
rocks
,
and
most
of
them
escaped
;
but
occasionally
I
turned
over
a
stone
and
caught
one
.
I
was
frightened
away
from
this
knoll
by
snakes
.
They
did
not
pursue
me
.
They
were
merely
basking
on
flat
rocks
in
the
sun
.
But
such
was
my
inherited
fear
of
them
that
I
fled
as
fast
as
if
they
had
been
after
me
.
Then
I
gnawed
bitter
bark
from
young
trees
.
I
remember
vaguely
the
eating
of
many
green
nuts
,
with
soft
shells
and
milky
kernels
.
And
I
remember
most
distinctly
suffering
from
a
stomach
-
ache
.
It
may
have
been
caused
by
the
green
nuts
,
and
maybe
by
the
lizards
.
I
do
not
know
.
But
I
do
know
that
I
was
fortunate
in
not
being
devoured
during
the
several
hours
I
was
knotted
up
on
the
ground
with
the
colic
.
My
vision
of
the
scene
came
abruptly
,
as
I
emerged
from
the
forest
.
I
found
myself
on
the
edge
of
a
large
clear
space
.
On
one
side
of
this
space
rose
up
high
bluffs
.
On
the
other
side
was
the
river
.
The
earth
bank
ran
steeply
down
to
the
water
,
but
here
and
there
,
in
several
places
,
where
at
some
time
slides
of
earth
had
occurred
,
there
were
run
-
ways
.
These
were
the
drinking
-
places
of
the
Folk
that
lived
in
the
caves
.
And
this
was
the
main
abiding
-
place
of
the
Folk
that
I
had
chanced
upon
.
This
was
,
I
may
say
,
by
stretching
the
word
,
the
village
.
My
mother
and
the
Chatterer
and
I
,
and
a
few
other
simple
bodies
,
were
what
might
be
termed
suburban
residents
.
We
were
part
of
the
horde
,
though
we
lived
a
distance
away
from
it
.
It
was
only
a
short
distance
,
though
it
had
taken
me
,
what
of
my
wandering
,
all
of
a
week
to
arrive
.
Had
I
come
directly
,
I
could
have
covered
the
trip
in
an
hour
.
But
to
return
.
From
the
edge
of
the
forest
I
saw
the
caves
in
the
bluff
,
the
open
space
,
and
the
run
-
ways
to
the
drinking
-
places
.
And
in
the
open
space
I
saw
many
of
the
Folk
.
I
had
been
straying
,
alone
and
a
child
,
for
a
week
.
During
that
time
I
had
seen
not
one
of
my
kind
.
I
had
lived
in
terror
and
desolation
.
And
now
,
at
the
sight
of
my
kind
,
I
was
overcome
with
gladness
,
and
I
ran
wildly
toward
them
.
Then
it
was
that
a
strange
thing
happened
.
Some
one
of
the
Folk
saw
me
and
uttered
a
warning
cry
.
On
the
instant
,
crying
out
with
fear
and
panic
,
the
Folk
fled
away
.
Leaping
and
scrambling
over
the
rocks
,
they
plunged
into
the
mouths
of
the
caves
and
disappeared
.
.
.
all
but
one
,
a
little
baby
,
that
had
been
dropped
in
the
excitement
close
to
the
base
of
the
bluff
.
He
was
wailing
dolefully
.
His
mother
dashed
out
;
he
sprang
to
meet
her
and
held
on
tightly
as
she
scrambled
back
into
the
cave
.
