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The
mountains
were
bleak
and
inhospitable
,
and
three
times
that
afternoon
we
tried
to
regain
the
woods
.
But
the
Tree
People
were
lying
in
wait
,
and
they
drove
us
back
.
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
slept
that
night
in
a
dwarf
tree
,
no
larger
than
a
bush
.
Here
was
no
security
,
and
we
would
have
been
easy
prey
for
any
hunting
animal
that
chanced
along
.
In
the
morning
,
what
of
our
new
-
gained
respect
for
the
Tree
People
,
we
faced
into
the
mountains
.
That
we
had
no
definite
plan
,
or
even
idea
,
I
am
confident
.
We
were
merely
driven
on
by
the
danger
we
had
escaped
.
Of
our
wanderings
through
the
mountains
I
have
only
misty
memories
.
We
were
in
that
bleak
region
many
days
,
and
we
suffered
much
,
especially
from
fear
,
it
was
all
so
new
and
strange
.
Also
,
we
suffered
from
the
cold
,
and
later
from
hunger
.
It
—
was
a
desolate
land
of
rocks
and
foaming
streams
and
clattering
cataracts
.
We
climbed
and
descended
mighty
canyons
and
gorges
;
and
ever
,
from
every
view
point
,
there
spread
out
before
us
,
in
all
directions
,
range
upon
range
,
the
unceasing
mountains
.
We
slept
at
night
in
holes
and
crevices
,
and
on
one
cold
night
we
perched
on
top
a
slender
pinnacle
of
rock
that
was
almost
like
a
tree
.
And
then
,
at
last
,
one
hot
midday
,
dizzy
with
hunger
,
we
gained
the
divide
.
From
this
high
backbone
of
earth
,
to
the
north
,
across
the
diminishing
,
down
-
falling
ranges
,
we
caught
a
glimpse
of
a
far
lake
.
The
sun
shone
upon
it
,
and
about
it
were
open
,
level
grass
-
lands
,
while
to
the
eastward
we
saw
the
dark
line
of
a
wide
-
stretching
forest
.
We
were
two
days
in
gaining
the
lake
,
and
we
were
weak
with
hunger
;
but
on
its
shore
,
sleeping
snugly
in
a
thicket
,
we
found
a
part
-
grown
calf
.
It
gave
us
much
trouble
,
for
we
knew
no
other
way
to
kill
than
with
our
hands
.
When
we
had
gorged
our
fill
,
we
carried
the
remainder
of
the
meat
to
the
eastward
forest
and
hid
it
in
a
tree
.
We
never
returned
to
that
tree
,
for
the
shore
of
the
stream
that
drained
Far
Lake
was
packed
thick
with
salmon
that
had
come
up
from
the
sea
to
spawn
.
Westward
from
the
lake
stretched
the
grass
-
lands
,
and
here
were
multitudes
of
bison
and
wild
cattle
.
Also
were
there
many
packs
of
wild
dogs
,
and
as
there
were
no
trees
it
was
not
a
safe
place
for
us
.
We
followed
north
along
the
stream
for
days
.
Then
,
and
for
what
reason
I
do
not
know
,
we
abruptly
left
the
stream
and
swung
to
the
east
,
and
then
to
the
southeast
,
through
a
great
forest
.
I
shall
not
bore
you
with
our
journey
.
I
but
indicate
it
to
show
how
we
finally
arrived
at
the
Fire
People
’
s
country
.
We
came
out
upon
the
river
,
but
we
did
not
know
it
for
our
river
.
We
had
been
lost
so
long
that
we
had
come
to
accept
the
condition
of
being
lost
as
habitual
.
As
I
look
back
I
see
clearly
how
our
lives
and
destinies
are
shaped
by
the
merest
chance
.
We
did
not
know
it
was
our
river
—
there
was
no
way
of
telling
;
and
if
we
had
never
crossed
it
we
would
most
probably
have
never
returned
to
the
horde
;
and
I
,
the
modern
,
the
thousand
centuries
yet
to
be
born
,
would
never
have
been
born
.
And
yet
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
wanted
greatly
to
return
.
We
had
experienced
homesickness
on
our
journey
,
the
yearning
for
our
own
kind
and
land
;
and
often
had
I
had
recollections
of
the
Swift
One
,
the
young
female
who
made
soft
sounds
,
whom
it
was
good
to
be
with
,
and
who
lived
by
herself
nobody
knew
where
.
My
recollections
of
her
were
accompanied
by
sensations
of
hunger
,
and
these
I
felt
when
I
was
not
hungry
and
when
I
had
just
eaten
.
But
to
come
back
to
the
river
.
Food
was
plentiful
,
principally
berries
and
succulent
roots
,
and
on
the
river
bank
we
played
and
lingered
for
days
.
And
then
the
idea
came
to
Lop
-
Ear
.
It
was
a
visible
process
,
the
coming
of
the
idea
.
I
saw
it
.
The
expression
in
his
eyes
became
plaintive
and
querulous
,
and
he
was
greatly
perturbed
.
Then
his
eyes
went
muddy
,
as
if
he
had
lost
his
grip
on
the
inchoate
thought
.
This
was
followed
by
the
plaintive
,
querulous
expression
as
the
idea
persisted
and
he
clutched
it
anew
.
He
looked
at
me
,
and
at
the
river
and
the
far
shore
.
He
tried
to
speak
,
but
had
no
sounds
with
which
to
express
the
idea
.
The
result
was
a
gibberish
that
made
me
laugh
.
