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The
bow
and
arrow
was
like
an
enormous
extension
of
their
leaping
and
striking
muscles
,
so
that
,
virtually
,
they
could
leap
and
kill
at
a
hundred
feet
and
more
.
This
made
them
far
more
terrible
than
Saber
-
Tooth
himself
.
And
then
they
were
very
wise
.
They
had
speech
that
enabled
them
more
effectively
to
reason
,
and
in
addition
they
understood
cooperation
.
We
Folk
came
to
be
very
circumspect
when
we
were
in
the
forest
.
We
were
more
alert
and
vigilant
and
timid
.
No
longer
were
the
trees
a
protection
to
be
relied
upon
.
No
longer
could
we
perch
on
a
branch
and
laugh
down
at
our
carnivorous
enemies
on
the
ground
.
The
Fire
People
were
carnivorous
,
with
claws
and
fangs
a
hundred
feet
long
,
the
most
terrible
of
all
the
hunting
animals
that
ranged
the
primeval
world
.
One
morning
,
before
the
Folk
had
dispersed
to
the
forest
,
there
was
a
panic
among
the
water
-
carriers
and
those
who
had
gone
down
to
the
river
to
drink
.
The
whole
horde
fled
to
the
caves
.
It
was
our
habit
,
at
such
times
,
to
flee
first
and
investigate
afterward
.
We
waited
in
the
mouths
of
our
caves
and
watched
.
After
some
time
a
Fire
-
Man
stepped
cautiously
into
the
open
space
.
It
was
the
little
wizened
old
hunter
.
He
stood
for
a
long
time
and
watched
us
,
looking
our
caves
and
the
cliff
-
wall
up
and
down
.
He
descended
one
of
the
run
-
ways
to
a
drinking
-
place
,
returning
a
few
minutes
later
by
another
run
-
way
.
Again
he
stood
and
watched
us
carefully
,
for
a
long
time
.
Then
he
turned
on
his
heel
and
limped
into
the
forest
,
leaving
us
calling
querulously
and
plaintively
to
one
another
from
the
cave
-
mouths
.
I
found
her
down
in
the
old
neighborhood
near
the
blueberry
swamp
,
where
my
mother
lived
and
where
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
had
built
our
first
tree
-
shelter
.
It
was
unexpected
.
As
I
came
under
the
tree
I
heard
the
familiar
soft
sound
and
looked
up
.
There
she
was
,
the
Swift
One
,
sitting
on
a
limb
and
swinging
her
legs
back
and
forth
as
she
looked
at
me
.
I
stood
still
for
some
time
.
The
sight
of
her
had
made
me
very
happy
.
And
then
an
unrest
and
a
pain
began
to
creep
in
on
this
happiness
.
I
started
to
climb
the
tree
after
her
,
and
she
retreated
slowly
out
the
limb
.
Just
as
I
reached
for
her
,
she
sprang
through
the
air
and
landed
in
the
branches
of
the
next
tree
.
From
amid
the
rustling
leaves
she
peeped
out
at
me
and
made
soft
sounds
.
I
leaped
straight
for
her
,
and
after
an
exciting
chase
the
situation
was
duplicated
,
for
there
she
was
,
making
soft
sounds
and
peeping
out
from
the
leaves
of
a
third
tree
.
It
was
borne
in
upon
me
that
somehow
it
was
different
now
from
the
old
days
before
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
had
gone
on
our
adventure
-
journey
.
I
wanted
her
,
and
I
knew
that
I
wanted
her
.
And
she
knew
it
,
too
.
That
was
why
she
would
not
let
me
come
near
her
.
I
forgot
that
she
was
truly
the
Swift
One
,
and
that
in
the
art
of
climbing
she
had
been
my
teacher
.
I
pursued
her
from
tree
to
tree
,
and
ever
she
eluded
me
,
peeping
back
at
me
with
kindly
eyes
,
making
soft
sounds
,
and
dancing
and
leaping
and
teetering
before
me
just
out
of
reach
.
The
more
she
eluded
me
,
the
more
I
wanted
to
catch
her
,
and
the
lengthening
shadows
of
the
afternoon
bore
witness
to
the
futility
of
my
effort
.
As
I
pursued
her
,
or
sometimes
rested
in
an
adjoining
tree
and
watched
her
,
I
noticed
the
change
in
her
.
She
was
larger
,
heavier
,
more
grown
-
up
.
Her
lines
were
rounder
,
her
muscles
fuller
,
and
there
was
about
her
that
indefinite
something
of
maturity
that
was
new
to
her
and
that
incited
me
on
.
Three
years
she
had
been
gone
—
three
years
at
the
very
least
,
and
the
change
in
her
was
marked
.
I
say
three
years
;
it
is
as
near
as
I
can
measure
the
time
.
A
fourth
year
may
have
elapsed
,
which
I
have
confused
with
the
happenings
of
the
other
three
years
.
The
more
I
think
of
it
,
the
more
confident
I
am
that
it
must
be
four
years
that
she
was
away
.
Where
she
went
,
why
she
went
,
and
what
happened
to
her
during
that
time
,
I
do
not
know
.
There
was
no
way
for
her
to
tell
me
,
any
more
than
there
was
a
way
for
Lop
-
Ear
and
me
to
tell
the
Folk
what
we
had
seen
when
we
were
away
.
Like
us
,
the
chance
is
she
had
gone
off
on
an
adventure
-
journey
,
and
by
herself
.
On
the
other
hand
,
it
is
possible
that
Red
-
Eye
may
have
been
the
cause
of
her
going
.
It
is
quite
certain
that
he
must
have
come
upon
her
from
time
to
time
,
wandering
in
the
woods
;
and
if
he
had
pursued
her
there
is
no
question
but
that
it
would
have
been
sufficient
to
drive
her
away
.
From
subsequent
events
,
I
am
led
to
believe
that
she
must
have
travelled
far
to
the
south
,
across
a
range
of
mountains
and
down
to
the
banks
of
a
strange
river
,
away
from
any
of
her
kind
.
Many
Tree
People
lived
down
there
,
and
I
think
it
must
have
been
they
who
finally
drove
her
back
to
the
horde
and
to
me
.
My
reasons
for
this
I
shall
explain
later
.
The
shadows
grew
longer
,
and
I
pursued
more
ardently
than
ever
,
and
still
I
could
not
catch
her
.
She
made
believe
that
she
was
trying
desperately
to
escape
me
,
and
all
the
time
she
managed
to
keep
just
beyond
reach
.
I
forgot
everything
—
time
,
the
oncoming
of
night
,
and
my
meat
-
eating
enemies
.
I
was
insane
with
love
of
her
,
and
with
—
anger
,
too
,
because
she
would
not
let
me
come
up
with
her
.
It
was
strange
how
this
anger
against
her
seemed
to
be
part
of
my
desire
for
her
.
As
I
have
said
,
I
forgot
everything
.
In
racing
across
an
open
space
I
ran
full
tilt
upon
a
colony
of
snakes
.
They
did
not
deter
me
.
I
was
mad
.
They
struck
at
me
,
but
I
ducked
and
dodged
and
ran
on
.
Then
there
was
a
python
that
ordinarily
would
have
sent
me
screeching
to
a
tree
-
top
.
He
did
run
me
into
a
tree
;
but
the
Swift
One
was
going
out
of
sight
,
and
I
sprang
back
to
the
ground
and
went
on
.
It
was
a
close
shave
.
Then
there
was
my
old
enemy
,
the
hyena
.
From
my
conduct
he
was
sure
something
was
going
to
happen
,
and
he
followed
me
for
an
hour
.
Once
we
exasperated
a
band
of
wild
pigs
,
and
they
took
after
us
.
The
Swift
One
dared
a
wide
leap
between
trees
that
was
too
much
for
me
.
I
had
to
take
to
the
ground
.
There
were
the
pigs
.
I
didn
’
t
care
.
I
struck
the
earth
within
a
yard
of
the
nearest
one
.
They
flanked
me
as
I
ran
,
and
chased
me
into
two
different
trees
out
of
the
line
of
my
pursuit
of
the
Swift
One
.
I
ventured
the
ground
again
,
doubled
back
,
and
crossed
a
wide
open
space
,
with
the
whole
band
grunting
,
bristling
,
and
tusk
-
gnashing
at
my
heels
.
