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Very
circumspect
and
very
alert
,
he
moved
here
and
there
about
the
open
space
,
peering
through
the
vistas
among
the
trees
and
trying
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
the
hunting
animal
that
all
suspected
had
pursued
me
.
And
while
he
did
this
,
taking
no
notice
of
me
,
the
Folk
crowded
at
the
cave
-
mouths
and
watched
.
At
last
he
evidently
decided
that
there
was
no
danger
lurking
about
.
He
was
returning
from
the
head
of
the
run
-
way
,
from
where
he
had
taken
a
peep
down
at
the
drinking
-
place
.
His
course
brought
him
near
,
but
still
he
did
not
notice
me
.
He
proceeded
casually
on
his
way
until
abreast
of
me
,
and
then
,
without
warning
and
with
incredible
swiftness
,
he
smote
me
a
buffet
on
the
head
.
I
was
knocked
backward
fully
a
dozen
feet
before
I
fetched
up
against
the
ground
,
and
I
remember
,
half
-
stunned
,
even
as
the
blow
was
struck
,
hearing
the
wild
uproar
of
clucking
and
shrieking
laughter
that
arose
from
the
caves
.
It
was
a
great
joke
—
at
least
in
that
day
;
and
right
heartily
the
Folk
appreciated
it
.
Thus
was
I
received
into
the
horde
.
Red
-
Eye
paid
no
further
attention
to
me
,
and
I
was
at
liberty
to
whimper
and
sob
to
my
heart
’
s
content
.
Several
of
the
women
gathered
curiously
about
me
,
and
I
recognized
them
.
I
had
encountered
them
the
preceding
year
when
my
mother
had
taken
me
to
the
hazelnut
canyons
.
But
they
quickly
left
me
alone
,
being
replaced
by
a
dozen
curious
and
teasing
youngsters
.
They
formed
a
circle
around
me
,
pointing
their
fingers
,
making
faces
,
and
poking
and
pinching
me
.
I
was
frightened
,
and
for
a
time
I
endured
them
,
then
anger
got
the
best
of
me
and
I
sprang
tooth
and
nail
upon
the
most
audacious
one
of
them
—
none
other
than
Lop
-
Ear
himself
.
I
have
so
named
him
because
he
could
prick
up
only
one
of
his
ears
.
The
other
ear
always
hung
limp
and
without
movement
.
Some
accident
had
injured
the
muscles
and
deprived
him
of
the
use
of
it
.
He
closed
with
me
,
and
we
went
at
it
for
all
the
world
like
a
couple
of
small
boys
fighting
.
We
scratched
and
bit
,
pulled
hair
,
clinched
,
and
threw
each
other
down
.
I
remember
I
succeeded
in
getting
on
him
what
in
my
college
days
I
learned
was
called
a
half
-
Nelson
.
This
hold
gave
me
the
decided
advantage
.
But
I
did
not
enjoy
it
long
.
He
twisted
up
one
leg
,
and
with
the
foot
(
or
hind
-
hand
)
made
so
savage
an
onslaught
upon
my
abdomen
as
to
threaten
to
disembowel
me
.
I
had
to
release
him
in
order
to
save
myself
,
and
then
we
went
at
it
again
.
Lop
-
Ear
was
a
year
older
than
I
,
but
I
was
several
times
angrier
than
he
,
and
in
the
end
he
took
to
his
heels
.
I
chased
him
across
the
open
and
down
a
run
-
way
to
the
river
.
But
he
was
better
acquainted
with
the
locality
and
ran
along
the
edge
of
the
water
and
up
another
run
-
way
.
He
cut
diagonally
across
the
open
space
and
dashed
into
a
wide
-
mouthed
cave
.
Before
I
knew
it
,
I
had
plunged
after
him
into
the
darkness
.
The
next
moment
I
was
badly
frightened
.
I
had
never
been
in
a
cave
before
.
I
began
to
whimper
and
cry
out
.
Lop
-
Ear
chattered
mockingly
at
me
,
and
,
springing
upon
me
unseen
,
tumbled
me
over
.
He
did
not
risk
a
second
encounter
,
however
,
and
took
himself
off
.
I
was
between
him
and
the
entrance
,
and
he
did
not
pass
me
;
yet
he
seemed
to
have
gone
away
.
I
listened
,
but
could
get
no
clew
as
to
where
he
was
.
This
puzzled
me
,
and
when
I
regained
the
outside
I
sat
down
to
watch
.
He
never
came
out
of
the
entrance
,
of
that
I
was
certain
;
yet
at
the
end
of
several
minutes
he
chuckled
at
my
elbow
.
