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Not
until
I
was
safe
from
them
did
I
turn
my
attention
to
that
live
agony
on
my
thigh
.
And
then
,
a
dozen
feet
above
the
snapping
pack
that
leaped
and
scrambled
against
the
wall
and
fell
back
,
I
got
the
dog
by
the
throat
and
slowly
throttled
him
.
I
was
a
long
time
doing
it
.
He
clawed
and
ripped
my
hair
and
hide
with
his
hind
-
paws
,
and
ever
he
jerked
and
lunged
with
his
weight
to
drag
me
from
the
wall
.
At
last
his
teeth
opened
and
released
my
torn
flesh
.
I
carried
his
body
up
the
cliff
with
me
,
and
perched
out
the
night
in
the
entrance
of
my
old
cave
,
wherein
were
Lop
-
Ear
and
my
sister
.
But
first
I
had
to
endure
a
storm
of
abuse
from
the
aroused
horde
for
being
the
cause
of
the
disturbance
.
I
had
my
revenge
.
From
time
to
time
,
as
the
noise
of
the
pack
below
eased
down
,
I
dropped
a
rock
and
started
it
up
again
.
Whereupon
,
from
all
around
,
the
abuse
of
the
exasperated
Folk
began
afresh
.
In
the
morning
I
shared
the
dog
with
Lop
-
Ear
and
his
wife
,
and
for
several
days
the
three
of
us
were
neither
vegetarians
nor
fruitarians
.
Lop
-
Ear
’
s
marriage
was
not
a
happy
one
,
and
the
consolation
about
it
is
that
it
did
not
last
very
long
.
Neither
he
nor
I
was
happy
during
that
period
.
I
was
lonely
.
I
suffered
the
inconvenience
of
being
cast
out
of
my
safe
little
cave
,
and
somehow
I
did
not
make
it
up
with
any
other
of
the
young
males
.
I
suppose
my
long
-
continued
chumming
with
Lop
-
Ear
had
become
a
habit
.
I
might
have
married
,
it
is
true
;
and
most
likely
I
should
have
married
had
it
not
been
for
the
dearth
of
females
in
the
horde
.
This
dearth
,
it
is
fair
to
assume
,
was
caused
by
the
exorbitance
of
Red
-
Eye
,
and
it
illustrates
the
menace
he
was
to
the
existence
of
the
horde
.
Then
there
was
the
Swift
One
,
whom
I
had
not
forgotten
.
At
any
rate
,
during
the
period
of
Lop
-
Ear
’
s
marriage
I
knocked
about
from
pillar
to
post
,
in
danger
every
night
that
I
slept
,
and
never
comfortable
.
One
of
the
Folk
died
,
and
his
widow
was
taken
into
the
cave
of
another
one
of
the
Folk
.
I
took
possession
of
the
abandoned
cave
,
but
it
was
wide
-
mouthed
,
and
after
Red
-
Eye
nearly
trapped
me
in
it
one
day
,
I
returned
to
sleeping
in
the
passage
of
the
double
-
cave
.
During
the
summer
,
however
,
I
used
to
stay
away
from
the
caves
for
weeks
,
sleeping
in
a
tree
-
shelter
I
made
near
the
mouth
of
the
slough
.
I
have
said
that
Lop
-
Ear
was
not
happy
.
My
sister
was
the
daughter
of
the
Chatterer
,
and
she
made
Lop
-
Ear
’
s
life
miserable
for
him
.
In
no
other
cave
was
there
so
much
squabbling
and
bickering
.
If
Red
-
Eye
was
a
Bluebeard
,
Lop
-
Ear
was
hen
-
pecked
;
and
I
imagine
that
Red
-
Eye
was
too
shrewd
ever
to
covet
Lop
-
Ear
’
s
wife
.
Fortunately
for
Lop
-
Ear
,
she
died
.
An
unusual
thing
happened
that
summer
.
Late
,
almost
at
the
end
of
it
,
a
second
crop
of
the
stringy
-
rooted
carrots
sprang
up
.
These
unexpected
second
-
crop
roots
were
young
and
juicy
and
tender
,
and
for
some
time
the
carrot
-
patch
was
the
favorite
feeding
-
place
of
the
horde
.
One
morning
,
early
,
several
score
of
us
were
there
making
our
breakfast
.
On
one
side
of
me
was
the
Hairless
One
.
Beyond
him
were
his
father
and
son
,
old
Marrow
-
Bone
and
Long
-
Lip
.
On
the
other
side
of
me
were
my
sister
and
Lop
-
Ear
,
she
being
next
to
me
.
There
was
no
warning
.
On
the
sudden
,
both
the
Hairless
One
and
my
sister
sprang
and
screamed
.
At
the
same
instant
I
heard
the
thud
of
the
arrows
that
transfixed
them
.
The
next
instant
they
were
down
on
the
ground
,
floundering
and
gasping
,
and
the
rest
of
us
were
stampeding
for
the
trees
.
An
arrow
drove
past
me
and
entered
the
ground
,
its
feathered
shaft
vibrating
and
oscillating
from
the
impact
of
its
arrested
flight
.
I
remember
clearly
how
I
swerved
as
I
ran
,
to
go
past
it
,
and
that
I
gave
it
a
needlessly
wide
berth
.
I
must
have
shied
at
it
as
a
horse
shies
at
an
object
it
fears
.
Lop
-
Ear
took
a
smashing
fall
as
he
ran
beside
me
.
An
arrow
had
driven
through
the
calf
of
his
leg
and
tripped
him
.
He
tried
to
run
,
but
was
tripped
and
thrown
by
it
a
second
time
.
He
sat
up
,
crouching
,
trembling
with
fear
,
and
called
to
me
pleadingly
.
I
dashed
back
.
He
showed
me
the
arrow
.
I
caught
hold
of
it
to
pull
it
out
,
but
the
consequent
hurt
made
him
seize
my
hand
and
stop
me
.
A
flying
arrow
passed
between
us
.
Another
struck
a
rock
,
splintered
,
and
fell
to
the
ground
.
This
was
too
much
.
I
pulled
,
suddenly
,
with
all
my
might
.
Lop
-
Ear
screamed
as
the
arrow
came
out
,
and
struck
at
me
angrily
.
But
the
next
moment
we
were
in
full
flight
again
.
