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These
hee
-
hee
councils
splendidly
illustrate
the
inconsecutiveness
and
inconsequentiality
of
the
Folk
.
Here
were
we
,
drawn
together
by
mutual
rage
and
the
impulse
toward
cooperation
,
led
off
into
forgetfulness
by
the
establishment
of
a
rude
rhythm
.
We
were
sociable
and
gregarious
,
and
these
singing
and
laughing
councils
satisfied
us
.
In
ways
the
hee
-
hee
council
was
an
adumbration
of
the
councils
of
primitive
man
,
and
of
the
great
national
assemblies
and
international
conventions
of
latter
-
day
man
.
But
we
Folk
of
the
Younger
World
lacked
speech
,
and
whenever
we
were
so
drawn
together
we
precipitated
babel
,
out
of
which
arose
a
unanimity
of
rhythm
that
contained
within
itself
the
essentials
of
art
yet
to
come
.
It
was
art
nascent
.
There
was
nothing
long
-
continued
about
these
rhythms
that
we
struck
.
A
rhythm
was
soon
lost
,
and
pandemonium
reigned
until
we
could
find
the
rhythm
again
or
start
a
new
one
.
Sometimes
half
a
dozen
rhythms
would
be
swinging
simultaneously
,
each
rhythm
backed
by
a
group
that
strove
ardently
to
drown
out
the
other
rhythms
.
In
the
intervals
of
pandemonium
,
each
chattered
,
cut
up
,
hooted
,
screeched
,
and
danced
,
himself
sufficient
unto
himself
,
filled
with
his
own
ideas
and
volitions
to
the
exclusion
of
all
others
,
a
veritable
centre
of
the
universe
,
divorced
for
the
time
being
from
any
unanimity
with
the
other
universe
-
centres
leaping
and
yelling
around
him
.
Then
would
come
the
rhythm
—
a
clapping
of
hands
;
the
beating
of
a
stick
upon
a
log
;
the
example
of
one
that
leaped
with
repetitions
;
or
the
chanting
of
one
that
uttered
,
explosively
and
regularly
,
with
inflection
that
rose
and
fell
,
“
A
-
bang
,
a
-
bang
!
A
-
bang
,
a
-
bang
!
”
One
after
another
of
the
self
-
centred
Folk
would
yield
to
it
,
and
soon
all
would
be
dancing
or
chanting
in
chorus
.
“
Ha
-
ah
,
ha
-
ah
,
ha
-
ah
-
ha
!
”
was
one
of
our
favorite
choruses
,
and
another
was
,
“
Eh
-
wah
,
eh
-
wah
,
eh
-
wah
-
hah
!
”
And
so
,
with
mad
antics
,
leaping
,
reeling
,
and
over
-
balancing
,
we
danced
and
sang
in
the
sombre
twilight
of
the
primeval
world
,
inducing
forgetfulness
,
achieving
unanimity
,
and
working
ourselves
up
into
sensuous
frenzy
.
And
so
it
was
that
our
rage
against
Red
-
Eye
was
soothed
away
by
art
,
and
we
screamed
the
wild
choruses
of
the
hee
-
hee
council
until
the
night
warned
us
of
its
terrors
,
and
we
crept
away
to
our
holes
in
the
rocks
,
calling
softly
to
one
another
,
while
the
stars
came
out
and
darkness
settled
down
.
We
were
afraid
only
of
the
dark
.
We
had
no
germs
of
religion
,
no
conceptions
of
an
unseen
world
.
We
knew
only
the
real
world
,
and
the
things
we
feared
were
the
real
things
,
the
concrete
dangers
,
the
flesh
-
and
-
blood
animals
that
preyed
It
was
they
that
made
us
afraid
of
the
dark
,
for
darkness
was
the
time
of
the
hunting
animals
.
It
was
then
that
they
came
out
of
their
lairs
and
pounced
upon
one
from
the
dark
wherein
they
lurked
invisible
.
Possibly
it
was
out
of
this
fear
of
the
real
denizens
of
the
dark
that
the
fear
of
the
unreal
denizens
was
later
to
develop
and
to
culminate
in
a
whole
and
mighty
unseen
world
.
As
imagination
grew
it
is
likely
that
the
fear
of
death
increased
until
the
Folk
that
were
to
come
projected
this
fear
into
the
dark
and
peopled
it
with
spirits
.
I
think
the
Fire
People
had
already
begun
to
be
afraid
of
the
dark
in
this
fashion
;
but
the
reasons
we
Folk
had
for
breaking
up
our
hee
-
hee
councils
and
fleeing
to
our
holes
were
old
Saber
-
Tooth
,
the
lions
and
the
jackals
,
the
wild
dogs
and
the
wolves
,
and
all
the
hungry
,
meat
-
eating
breeds
.
Lop
-
Ear
got
married
.
It
was
the
second
winter
after
our
adventure
-
journey
,
and
it
was
most
unexpected
.
He
gave
me
no
warning
.
The
first
I
knew
was
one
twilight
when
I
climbed
the
cliff
to
our
cave
.
I
squeezed
into
the
entrance
and
there
I
stopped
.
There
was
no
room
for
me
.
Lop
-
Ear
and
his
mate
were
in
possession
,
and
she
was
none
other
than
my
sister
,
the
daughter
of
my
step
-
father
,
the
Chatterer
.
I
tried
to
force
my
way
in
.
There
was
space
only
for
two
,
and
that
space
was
already
occupied
.
Also
,
they
had
me
at
a
disadvantage
,
and
,
what
of
the
scratching
and
hair
-
pulling
I
received
,
I
was
glad
to
retreat
.
I
slept
that
night
,
and
for
many
nights
,
in
the
connecting
passage
of
the
double
-
cave
.
From
my
experience
it
seemed
reasonably
safe
.
As
the
two
Folk
had
dodged
old
Saber
-
Tooth
,
and
as
I
had
dodged
Red
-
Eye
,
so
it
seemed
to
me
that
I
could
dodge
the
hunting
animals
by
going
back
and
forth
between
the
two
caves
.
I
had
forgotten
the
wild
dogs
.
They
were
small
enough
to
go
through
any
passage
that
I
could
squeeze
through
.
One
night
they
nosed
me
out
.
Had
they
entered
both
caves
at
the
same
time
they
would
have
got
me
.
As
it
was
,
followed
by
some
of
them
through
the
passage
,
I
dashed
out
the
mouth
of
the
other
cave
.
Outside
were
the
rest
of
the
wild
dogs
.
They
sprang
for
me
as
I
sprang
for
the
cliff
-
wall
and
began
to
climb
.
One
of
them
,
a
lean
and
hungry
brute
,
caught
me
in
mid
-
leap
.
His
teeth
sank
into
my
thigh
-
muscles
,
and
he
nearly
dragged
me
back
.
He
held
on
,
but
I
made
no
effort
to
dislodge
him
,
devoting
my
whole
effort
to
climbing
out
of
reach
of
the
rest
of
the
brutes
.
