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It
was
a
great
day
for
Lop
-
Ear
and
me
.
To
the
east
the
conflagration
we
had
started
was
filling
half
the
sky
with
smoke
.
And
here
we
were
,
perfectly
safe
in
the
middle
of
the
river
,
encircling
the
Fire
People
’
s
stronghold
.
We
sat
and
laughed
at
them
as
we
dashed
by
,
swinging
south
,
and
southeast
to
east
,
and
even
to
northeast
,
and
then
east
again
,
southeast
and
south
and
on
around
to
the
west
,
a
great
double
curve
where
the
river
nearly
tied
a
knot
in
itself
As
we
swept
on
to
the
west
,
the
Fire
People
far
behind
,
a
familiar
scene
flashed
upon
our
eyes
.
It
was
the
great
drinking
-
place
,
where
we
had
wandered
once
or
twice
to
watch
the
circus
of
the
animals
when
they
came
down
to
drink
.
Beyond
it
,
we
knew
,
was
the
carrot
patch
,
and
beyond
that
the
caves
and
the
abiding
-
place
of
the
horde
.
We
began
to
paddle
for
the
bank
that
slid
swiftly
past
,
and
before
we
knew
it
we
were
down
upon
the
drinking
-
places
used
by
the
horde
.
There
were
the
women
and
children
,
the
water
carriers
,
a
number
of
them
,
filling
their
gourds
.
At
sight
of
us
they
stampeded
madly
up
the
run
-
ways
,
leaving
behind
them
a
trail
of
gourds
they
had
dropped
.
We
landed
,
and
of
course
we
neglected
to
tie
up
the
catamaran
,
which
floated
off
down
the
river
.
Right
cautiously
we
crept
up
a
run
-
way
.
The
Folk
had
all
disappeared
into
their
holes
,
though
here
and
there
we
could
see
a
face
peering
out
at
us
.
There
was
no
sign
of
Red
-
Eye
.
We
were
home
again
.
And
that
night
we
slept
in
our
own
little
cave
high
up
on
the
cliff
,
though
first
we
had
to
evict
a
couple
of
pugnacious
youngsters
who
had
taken
possession
.
The
months
came
and
went
.
The
drama
and
tragedy
of
the
future
were
yet
to
come
upon
the
stage
,
and
in
the
meantime
we
pounded
nuts
and
lived
.
It
—
vas
a
good
year
,
I
remember
,
for
nuts
.
We
used
to
fill
gourds
with
nuts
and
carry
them
to
the
pounding
-
places
.
We
placed
them
in
depressions
in
the
rock
,
and
,
with
a
piece
of
rock
in
our
hands
,
we
cracked
them
and
ate
them
as
we
cracked
.
It
was
the
fall
of
the
year
when
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
returned
from
our
long
adventure
-
journey
,
and
the
winter
that
followed
was
mild
.
I
made
frequent
trips
to
the
neighborhood
of
my
old
home
-
tree
,
and
frequently
I
searched
the
whole
territory
that
lay
between
the
blueberry
swamp
and
the
mouth
of
the
slough
where
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
had
learned
navigation
,
but
no
clew
could
I
get
of
the
Swift
One
.
She
had
disappeared
.
And
I
wanted
her
.
I
was
impelled
by
that
hunger
which
I
have
mentioned
,
and
which
was
akin
to
physical
hunger
,
albeit
it
came
often
upon
me
when
my
stomach
was
full
.
But
all
my
search
was
vain
.
Life
was
not
monotonous
at
the
caves
,
however
.
There
was
Red
-
Eye
to
be
considered
.
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
never
knew
a
moment
’
s
peace
except
when
we
were
in
our
own
little
cave
.
In
spite
of
the
enlargement
of
the
entrance
we
had
made
,
it
was
still
a
tight
squeeze
for
us
to
get
in
.
And
though
from
time
to
time
we
continued
to
enlarge
,
it
was
still
too
small
for
Red
-
Eye
’
s
monstrous
body
.
But
he
never
stormed
our
cave
again
.
He
had
learned
the
lesson
well
,
and
he
carried
on
his
neck
a
bulging
lump
to
show
where
I
had
hit
him
with
the
rock
.
This
lump
never
went
away
,
and
it
was
prominent
enough
to
be
seen
at
a
distance
.
I
often
took
great
delight
in
watching
that
evidence
of
my
handiwork
;
and
sometimes
,
when
I
was
myself
assuredly
safe
,
the
sight
of
it
caused
me
to
laugh
.
While
the
other
Folk
would
not
have
come
to
our
rescue
had
Red
-
Eye
proceeded
to
tear
Lop
-
Ear
and
me
to
pieces
before
their
eyes
,
nevertheless
they
sympathized
with
us
.
Possibly
it
was
not
sympathy
but
the
way
they
expressed
their
hatred
for
Red
-
Eye
;
at
any
rate
they
always
warned
us
of
his
approach
.
Whether
in
the
forest
,
at
the
drinking
-
places
,
or
in
the
open
space
before
the
caves
,
they
were
always
quick
to
warn
us
.
Thus
we
had
the
advantage
of
many
eyes
in
our
feud
with
Red
-
Eye
,
the
atavism
.
Once
he
nearly
got
me
.
It
was
early
in
the
morning
,
and
the
Folk
were
not
yet
up
.
The
surprise
was
complete
.
I
was
cut
off
from
the
way
up
the
cliff
to
my
cave
.
Before
I
knew
it
I
had
dashed
into
the
double
-
cave
,
—
the
cave
where
Lop
-
Ear
had
first
eluded
me
long
years
before
,
and
where
old
Saber
-
Tooth
had
come
to
discomfiture
when
he
pursued
the
two
Folk
.
By
the
time
I
had
got
through
the
connecting
passage
between
the
two
caves
,
I
discovered
that
Red
-
Eye
was
not
following
me
.
The
next
moment
he
charged
into
the
cave
from
the
outside
.
I
slipped
back
through
the
passage
,
and
he
charged
out
and
around
and
in
upon
me
again
.
I
merely
repeated
my
performance
of
slipping
through
the
passage
.
