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Well
to
the
west
of
our
caves
was
a
great
swamp
,
but
to
the
south
lay
a
stretch
of
low
,
rocky
hills
.
These
were
little
frequented
for
two
reasons
.
First
of
all
,
there
was
no
food
there
of
the
kind
we
ate
;
and
next
,
those
rocky
hills
were
filled
with
the
lairs
of
carnivorous
beasts
.
But
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
strayed
over
to
the
hills
one
day
.
We
would
not
have
strayed
had
we
not
been
teasing
a
tiger
.
Please
do
not
laugh
.
It
was
old
Saber
-
Tooth
himself
.
We
were
perfectly
safe
.
We
chanced
upon
him
in
the
forest
,
early
in
the
morning
,
and
from
the
safety
of
the
branches
overhead
we
chattered
down
at
him
our
dislike
and
hatred
.
And
from
branch
to
branch
,
and
from
tree
to
tree
,
we
followed
overhead
,
making
an
infernal
row
and
warning
all
the
forest
-
dwellers
that
old
Saber
-
Tooth
was
coming
.
We
spoiled
his
hunting
for
him
,
anyway
.
And
we
made
him
good
and
angry
.
He
snarled
at
us
and
lashed
his
tail
,
and
sometimes
he
paused
and
stared
up
at
us
quietly
for
a
long
time
,
as
if
debating
in
his
mind
some
way
by
which
he
could
get
hold
of
us
.
But
we
only
laughed
and
pelted
him
with
twigs
and
the
ends
of
branches
.
This
tiger
-
baiting
was
common
sport
among
the
folk
.
Sometimes
half
the
horde
would
follow
from
overhead
a
tiger
or
lion
that
had
ventured
out
in
the
daytime
.
It
was
our
revenge
;
for
more
than
one
member
of
the
horde
,
caught
unexpectedly
,
had
gone
the
way
of
the
tiger
’
s
belly
or
the
lion
’
s
.
Also
,
by
such
ordeals
of
helplessness
and
shame
,
we
taught
the
hunting
animals
to
some
extent
to
keep
out
of
our
territory
.
And
then
it
was
funny
.
It
was
a
great
game
.
And
so
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
had
chased
Saber
-
Tooth
across
three
miles
of
forest
.
Toward
the
last
he
put
his
tail
between
his
legs
and
fled
from
our
gibing
like
a
beaten
cur
.
We
did
our
best
to
keep
up
with
him
;
but
when
we
reached
the
edge
of
the
forest
he
was
no
more
than
a
streak
in
the
distance
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
prompted
us
,
unless
it
was
curiosity
;
but
after
playing
around
awhile
,
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
ventured
across
the
open
ground
to
the
edge
of
the
rocky
hills
.
We
did
not
go
far
.
Possibly
at
no
time
were
we
more
than
a
hundred
yards
from
the
trees
.
Coming
around
a
sharp
corner
of
rock
(
we
went
very
carefully
,
because
we
did
not
know
what
we
might
encounter
)
,
we
came
upon
three
puppies
playing
in
the
sun
.
They
did
not
see
us
,
and
we
watched
them
for
some
time
.
They
were
wild
dogs
.
In
the
rock
-
wall
was
a
horizontal
fissure
—
evidently
the
lair
where
their
mother
had
left
them
,
and
where
they
should
have
remained
had
they
been
obedient
.
But
the
growing
life
,
that
in
Lop
-
Ear
and
me
had
impelled
us
to
venture
away
from
the
forest
,
had
driven
the
puppies
out
of
the
cave
to
frolic
.
I
know
how
their
mother
would
have
punished
them
had
she
caught
them
.
But
it
was
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
who
caught
them
.
He
looked
at
me
,
and
then
we
made
a
dash
for
it
.
The
puppies
knew
no
place
to
run
except
into
the
lair
,
and
we
headed
them
off
.
One
rushed
between
my
legs
.
I
squatted
and
grabbed
him
.
He
sank
his
sharp
little
teeth
into
my
arm
,
and
I
dropped
him
in
the
suddenness
of
the
hurt
and
surprise
.
The
next
moment
he
had
scurried
inside
.
