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When
Lop
-
Ear
had
chewed
off
the
head
of
the
arrow
,
the
shaft
was
withdrawn
easily
enough
.
I
started
to
go
on
,
but
this
time
it
was
he
that
stopped
me
.
My
leg
was
bleeding
profusely
.
Some
of
the
smaller
veins
had
doubtless
been
ruptured
.
Running
out
to
the
end
of
a
branch
,
Lop
-
Ear
gathered
a
handful
of
green
leaves
.
These
he
stuffed
into
the
wound
.
They
accomplished
the
purpose
,
for
the
bleeding
soon
stopped
.
Then
we
went
on
together
,
back
to
the
safety
of
the
caves
.
Well
do
I
remember
that
first
winter
after
I
left
home
.
I
have
long
dreams
of
sitting
shivering
in
the
cold
.
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
sit
close
together
,
with
our
arms
and
legs
about
each
other
,
blue
-
faced
and
with
chattering
teeth
.
It
got
particularly
crisp
along
toward
morning
.
In
those
chill
early
hours
we
slept
little
,
huddling
together
in
numb
misery
and
waiting
for
the
sunrise
in
order
to
get
warm
.
When
we
went
outside
there
was
a
crackle
of
frost
under
foot
.
One
morning
we
discovered
ice
on
the
surface
of
the
quiet
water
in
the
eddy
where
was
the
drinking
-
place
,
and
there
was
a
great
How
-
do
-
you
-
do
about
it
.
Old
Marrow
-
Bone
was
the
oldest
member
of
the
horde
,
and
he
had
never
seen
anything
like
it
before
.
I
remember
the
worried
,
plaintive
look
that
came
into
his
eyes
as
he
examined
the
ice
.
(
This
plaintive
look
always
came
into
our
eyes
when
we
did
not
understand
a
thing
,
or
when
we
felt
the
prod
of
some
vague
and
inexpressible
desire
.
)
Red
-
Eye
,
too
,
when
he
investigated
the
ice
,
looked
bleak
and
plaintive
,
and
stared
across
the
river
into
the
northeast
,
as
though
in
some
way
he
connected
the
Fire
People
with
this
latest
happening
.
But
we
found
ice
only
on
that
one
morning
,
and
that
was
the
coldest
winter
we
experienced
.
I
have
no
memory
of
other
winters
when
it
was
so
cold
.
I
have
often
thought
that
that
cold
winter
was
a
fore
-
runner
of
the
countless
cold
winters
to
come
,
as
the
ice
-
sheet
from
farther
north
crept
down
over
the
face
of
the
land
.
But
we
never
saw
that
ice
-
sheet
.
Many
generations
must
have
passed
away
before
the
descendants
of
the
horde
migrated
south
,
or
remained
and
adapted
themselves
to
the
changed
conditions
.
Life
was
hit
or
miss
and
happy
-
go
-
lucky
with
us
.
Little
was
ever
planned
,
and
less
was
executed
.
We
ate
when
we
were
hungry
,
drank
when
we
were
thirsty
,
avoided
our
carnivorous
enemies
,
took
shelter
in
the
caves
at
night
,
and
for
the
rest
just
sort
of
played
along
through
life
.
We
were
very
curious
,
easily
amused
,
and
full
of
tricks
and
pranks
.
There
was
no
seriousness
about
us
,
except
when
we
were
in
danger
or
were
angry
,
in
which
cases
the
one
was
quickly
forgotten
and
the
other
as
quickly
got
over
.
We
were
inconsecutive
,
illogical
,
and
inconsequential
.
We
had
no
steadfastness
of
purpose
,
and
it
was
here
that
the
Fire
People
were
ahead
of
us
.
They
possessed
all
these
things
of
which
we
possessed
so
little
.
Occasionally
,
however
,
especially
in
the
realm
of
the
emotions
,
we
were
capable
of
long
-
cherished
purpose
.
The
faithfulness
of
the
monogamic
couples
I
have
referred
to
may
be
explained
as
a
matter
of
habit
;
but
my
long
desire
for
the
Swift
One
cannot
be
so
explained
,
any
more
than
can
be
explained
the
undying
enmity
between
me
and
Red
-
Eye
.
But
it
was
our
inconsequentiality
and
stupidity
that
especially
distresses
me
when
I
look
back
upon
that
life
in
the
long
ago
.
Once
I
found
a
broken
gourd
which
happened
to
lie
right
side
up
and
which
had
been
filled
with
the
rain
.
The
water
was
sweet
,
and
I
drank
it
.
I
even
took
the
gourd
down
to
the
stream
and
filled
it
with
more
water
,
some
of
which
I
drank
and
some
of
which
I
poured
over
Lop
-
Ear
.
And
then
I
threw
the
gourd
away
.
It
never
entered
my
head
to
fill
the
gourd
with
water
and
carry
it
into
my
cave
.
Yet
often
I
was
thirsty
at
night
,
especially
after
eating
wild
onions
and
watercress
,
and
no
one
ever
dared
leave
the
caves
at
night
for
a
drink
.
