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Odd
vases
made
by
his
own
hand
from
the
clay
of
the
region
held
beautiful
tropical
flowers
.
Curtains
of
grass
and
bamboo
covered
the
windows
,
and
,
most
arduous
task
of
all
,
with
his
meager
assortment
of
tools
he
had
fashioned
lumber
to
neatly
seal
the
walls
and
ceiling
and
lay
a
smooth
floor
within
the
cabin
.
That
he
had
been
able
to
turn
his
hands
at
all
to
such
unaccustomed
labor
was
a
source
of
mild
wonder
to
him
.
But
he
loved
the
work
because
it
was
for
her
and
the
tiny
life
that
had
come
to
cheer
them
,
though
adding
a
hundredfold
to
his
responsibilities
and
to
the
terribleness
of
their
situation
.
During
the
year
that
followed
,
Clayton
was
several
times
attacked
by
the
great
apes
which
now
seemed
to
continually
infest
the
vicinity
of
the
cabin
;
but
as
he
never
again
ventured
outside
without
both
rifle
and
revolvers
he
had
little
fear
of
the
huge
beasts
.
He
had
strengthened
the
window
protections
and
fitted
a
unique
wooden
lock
to
the
cabin
door
,
so
that
when
he
hunted
for
game
and
fruits
,
as
it
was
constantly
necessary
for
him
to
do
to
insure
sustenance
,
he
had
no
fear
that
any
animal
could
break
into
the
little
home
.
At
first
he
shot
much
of
the
game
from
the
cabin
windows
,
but
toward
the
end
the
animals
learned
to
fear
the
strange
lair
from
whence
issued
the
terrifying
thunder
of
his
rifle
.
In
his
leisure
Clayton
read
,
often
aloud
to
his
wife
,
from
the
store
of
books
he
had
brought
for
their
new
home
.
Among
these
were
many
for
little
children
--
picture
books
,
primers
,
readers
--
for
they
had
known
that
their
little
child
would
be
old
enough
for
such
before
they
might
hope
to
return
to
England
.
At
other
times
Clayton
wrote
in
his
diary
,
which
he
had
always
been
accustomed
to
keep
in
French
,
and
in
which
he
recorded
the
details
of
their
strange
life
.
This
book
he
kept
locked
in
a
little
metal
box
.
A
year
from
the
day
her
little
son
was
born
Lady
Alice
passed
quietly
away
in
the
night
.
So
peaceful
was
her
end
that
it
was
hours
before
Clayton
could
awake
to
a
realization
that
his
wife
was
dead
.
The
horror
of
the
situation
came
to
him
very
slowly
,
and
it
is
doubtful
that
he
ever
fully
realized
the
enormity
of
his
sorrow
and
the
fearful
responsibility
that
had
devolved
upon
him
with
the
care
of
that
wee
thing
,
his
son
,
still
a
nursing
babe
.
